[The unknown touch comes with the awareness that he shouldn't be this tired and he hasn't felt a telepath in his head often enough to know that the sudden sluggishness is not his own. His sleep was no worse or any better than it usually was, and he didn't work out harder than he usually did in the mornings, though these workouts contained noticeably less bruises and bite marks than they did if he had been sparring (or sparring) with Mai. It could have been the book in front of him though, the words and diagrams of diseases becoming disjointed and moving from their comprehensive state to incomprehension as if carried on the backs of little devilish ants. Maybe he needed coffee. Abandoning the book to the table, he yawned wide enough to feel his jaw crack as he stood up and scrubbed palm over a day's growth of stubble. Maybe he should just go for a nap.]