Lanse looks all right, if a bit sleepless. (Now that he's taking the medicine regularly, he either sleeps too much for his own liking or, it seems, hardly at all. The nightmares have mostly stopped, but milder dreams, less sharp ones, occasionally keep him awake anyway.) Today, he makes a conscious effort to sit back a little, not on the edge of his chair as before.
"Yeah," his hands are folded in his lap, "Guess so."