"I mean, being relaxed would be nice, maybe, but…" Evan trailed off, not allowing himself to go further into negative thought processes. Negativity was easier, yeah. Much easier. But the easiest way obviously wasn't always the best way. He didn't know why he was telling her this; he was sure she understood. She was smarter than a lot of the people around, anyway. "Sorry, you know how rambly I get when I don't sleep," he snorted a laugh and shook his head at himself.
Evan shrugged when she mentioned that others were probably having trouble sleeping too. He tended to be a little short-sighted sometimes, he knew that. "True enough, I guess," he chuckled softly. "Find me someone who has an easy time sleeping with cozy, pleasant dreams and then I'll be surprised…" he mused.
Leftovers were pretty rare around this safehouse, usually Carnegie was more spoiled than they were in that respect, thanks to their rooftop garden. Evan had stayed nights there a couple of times and he always came back with a fuller stomach than he ever had here at Grand Central. He tried not to mention that to anyone he talked to around here, though, as it seemed more braggadocios than anything else. "If there aren't, I think I have an energy bar or two in my pack you can have," he said, pointing at his side-pack.