Glancing toward Archer, though Brannon couldn't see him from beneath the blankets, he listened quietly-- carefully-- to the quiet movements and sounds his friend was making. Archer was always courteous and always did his best not to wake him up. Sometimes he heard Archer coming and going, and other times, Archer managed to sneak out without waking him. None of it ever bothered Brannon.
Moving to close his book, he replied, "like shit." But a little better. Reaching over to set his book down on the nightstand under the blanket fort with him, he turned to sit up so that he could push one of the blankets back to tuck behind the chair at the foot of his bed, so that it stayed open. "Go ahead," he nodded toward the light switch. "I don't mind. And I should get up for a bit anyway."
Reaching up to rub at his scruffy jaw, he watched Archer, "what about you? How're you feeling? Busy day again?"