"I know it's pretty early in," Avery said, shifting on the hearth, feeling mildly uncomfortable by what Miles had said but not wanting to react as such. He seemed to have an internal radar that alerted him to possible threat, and it seemed to be set at a higher frequency than most people's. It didn't take much to send him into a panic that might or might not be warranted, but fortunately for him, he was becoming too sleepy to get too concerned by just words.
He glanced over at Miles again when he said he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. "I took somethin' to help me sleep," he murmured, "and it's kickin' in, so I think I'll get to bed." He got up, brushing at his pants and feeling mildly awkward. He usually felt awkward, so that was relatively unsurprising.