[When Aidan disappears into the kitchen he moves to stand. He picks up his chain and drags the ball over towards the couch once more. He sighs softly and makes himself comfortable, contemplating just passing out here. Considering he hasn't had any proper sleep for 3 full days, it's a miracle he's not hallucinating and seeing his nightmares come to life. Maybe he's finally building up a tolerance. Though that's probably not a good thing.
He glances up when the other joins him, tilting his head and quirking a brow.]