Elliot's head turned on his pillow, the better to see Rae as she loomed over him. He returned the smile, though it no less held traces of concern. The moonlight helped illuminate her face somewhat, but it was still cast in shadow, so he couldn't quite discern her expression. If he had, he'd have been even more concerned.
Rae asked if she'd woken him, and he hesitated, before shaking his head. Giving an honest answer would mean revealing he'd had a nightmare, yet saying her less than silent scuffling had woken him seemed rude. He settled for, "No. I think it might've been your dad." His forced laugh was quiet, barely loud enough to be heard over the sound of Andreas' snores.
Elliot propped himself up on his elbow, eying the book in her hand. "Oh, so I guess that means you wouldn't want company, then." He pressed a cupped fist to his mouth, stifling a yawn, then rubbed that same hand over his face. It brought him further into awareness. Between the snores and the mumbling, it wouldn't be easy to find sleep again.
There was something odd about Rae waking in the middle of the night and being unable to get back to sleep. No doubt she was exhausted, with everything she had to do, and the only times he'd ever seen her curled up with a book was when she needed some way to take her mind off something.
David's voice, pitched higher in his sleep, caught Elliot's attention. He arched an eyebrow as his brother mumbled something about oranges and fire and clowns. Unlike Rae, Elliot didn't bother to smother his laughter, although it wasn't as loud as it normally was, given that he didn't want to wake anyone.
"You put that fire out, Dave," Elliot said quietly into his brother's ear. "Don't let those oranges burn." He smirked at Rae.