William grimaced. "I don't think sleeping badly is particularly stupid," he commented, shifting to sit down next to Spencer. Even if Spencer didn't need anything, he might appreciate having someone nearby just in case. And if he didn't, he could always chase William off whenever he felt like it.
"Insomnia?" he asked, studying Spencer's bloodshot eyes. "Migraines? Or bad dreams?" One of those he could at least help with. For the other two, he didn't think there was an easy cure.