What about warm milk, or maybe a lullaby? [He couldn't help a little, gentle teasing. But he really did feel for his brother.] I wish I had any ideas. Is it the room, or is something else keeping you up?
[A sharp nod.] Alright, we'll do that, then. Not like this place is going anywhere. [And neither were they. At this point, that would be too cruel of the system to just separate them like that.]