Harry watched as Bas set the tea down by the couch, not bothering to ask what kind it was. He didn't care, he only kept kinds he liked in the pantry, so it didn't matter. He sat on the couch, tucking one foot beneath him.
"I am tired," He admitted, picking up the cup of tea and letting it heat his hands, almost unbearably so. "I haven't been sleeping much...too much to think about, I expect."