*blinks down at your hand on his, wondering why his index finger is twitching like that and wondering why you're touching him and wondering whether he dreamed that you went away for so long*
Can't sleep. (You know that, don't you?) *does, in fact, lean into you the instant your body makes contact with his, but it may or may not be purposeful* *sadly, as some wisp of memory flits past* Give a lot to fall asleep on you tonight.