Sinead wasn't the only one having trouble sleeping. Even though the life Leroy knew now was supposedly the result of some potion gone wrong, it didn't change the fact that he was used to sleeping in a big bed with Sinead next to him and a kid or two curled up on either side of them. The four poster was too small and cold and definitely too lonely, so he wandered into the common room, stopping short when he spotted her sitting by the fire.
He coughed to announce his presence, scratching the back of his neck in an awkward gesture as he took the chair next to Sinead. "Couldn't sleep either?" he asked, feeling distinctly out of place.