Closing her eyes she let out a slightly frustrated huff. Did he not know how much it took for her to simply state the fact that, yes, there was something wrong. Her palm pressed to her forehead, for a moment before she forced her fingers through her hair yanking out the band as she went. "Fine, if you want sleep with it, I'm going to go downstairs."
Yes she was tired. But she knew she couldn't sleep on it. It had been bugging her the whole time, half the reason it kept her up. Pushing the covers back again she slid out of the bed. Snagging her pillow as she did. She missed the old Tony. Sure she'd be home in her own bed... But she didn't feel like a rebound girl.