Ciaran had managed to stay awake all of Friday night, though a few hours after midnight on Saturday, he'd lost his battle against sleep, passing out on his sketch book across Lydia's bed. There had been a few incidents of him yelling and waking himself and Lydia before a fumbled apology as he settled down again. It had been why he didn't want to sleep, he didn't want to wake Lydia up, or face nightmares without Reed there.
After breakfast, still groggy from a few broken hours of sleep within two days, Ciaran let Lydia know he was heading outside. Pulling a cigarette out, he had it between his lips before he left the apartment, and lit as he crossed through the door to outside. Sitting on the steps, he pulled his knees up, leaning against them as he took a slow drag.