"Maybe both are necessary?" Spencer suggested, leaning back against the door frame. "Genius taking no notice of hygiene, or something." His brain really wasn't up to coming up with vaguely amusing responses to conversation anymore; he sighed and rubbed his face with his hands, looking up when Gabe appeared.
"I was hoping you had some sleeping potions lying around," he said, quietly. "Of the um. Dreamless variety. Please?"