"Y-yeah. Juh-j-just t-t-t-t-tired." He yawned, and then bumped his shoulder against hers. "Suh-so... why a-aren't you s-s-still asleep?"
Like he didn't already know. He'd tossed and turned in bed all night, his sleep schedule all fucked up because he'd started writing again and that was what happened when he got into the zone - his hand was also pretty damn sore since the story seemed to demand being hand-written for whatever reason. But he'd known he had to go down to the kitchen at that time. He just wished he could have slept some beforehand.