"Yeah," he said lightly, nodding. He supposed it'd be pointless to reveal that he never dreamed. And as far as he knew, dreams were a part of active sleep. It wasn't that he didn't remember them - he didn't have them. Period. And really, when he was out, their brainwaves suggested that Brian really was asleep. So technically, he was resting now. But that was all science mumbo-jumbo. Too technical for him.
"Sleep well, Vlad," he said as he paused by the door, gripping his bottle of whiskey. "I..." He paused, expression defeated. "Thanks. For...you know." Sighing heavily, he opened the door, still facing him. "Hope you feel better." With that, he left the penthouse and closed the door behind him.