Although not in the least convinced, Chas nodded and turned around again. He knew John’s stubbornness all too well, after all, and had gotten quite used it. Not that he could blame him, really. And John had at least realised that they needed rest, god knew what Rain was up to still.
Toeing off his shoes, the boy sat cross-legged on the bed and paused for a moment.
He wanted to say something, but at the same time, he had no idea just what. It’s not like they hadn’t talked about the whole situation enough already, and trying to actually do something had left them using up most of the first-aid kits in the house. …to say it was all screwed up didn’t even begin to cover it.
A sigh and Chas simply laid down instead, arms crossed behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. If it weren’t for the fact that he was dead tired, he’d be sure to lay awake for quite a while, but like this? He was surprised he even was awake still, as he uncrossed his arms to lay one over his eyes. “…night, John.” Or … afternoon, or something. What did it matter, anyway?