Evan looked at her when she half-admitted to exhaustion, and chuckled softly at her. He was about to tell her that she could sleep there, with the group of them, if she wanted to. But she went on to tell him that sleep didn't feel the same as it used to.
To be honest, Evan had thought that multiple times. To him, sleep used to be a time of peace. A respite from what the rest of the day had thrown at him. Now, though? Now sleep was more something to be dreaded. If Evan wasn't plagued by insomnia, his nightmares kept him from sleep and he always woke up wondering if he'd ever get a good night's sleep again. The thought saddened him, and also scared him a little bit. Fortunately, at this point, he was accustomed to not getting the appropriate amount of sleep and it just worked for him.
Still, he wished for a night that he could sleep like he used to. And thus her next comment was met with a low agreeing noise.
"I don't think much of anything feels like it used to," he said in response. "Least of all sleep, I'd have to say. How do you remember it?"
He was distracted from the answer, however, by the feeling of her nestling into his shoulder. It was… nice. Good and nice things didn't exist in his life anymore, so he half expected for George or Danny to wake up and shift the emotional tempo of things, but when they didn't, he swallowed thickly and leaned both of them back against the wall.
If she fell asleep like this? So be it. Evan was a little exhausted, too. Maybe he'd be able to fall back to sleep, too.