"For someone who lost a whole way of life - however miserable and weird it sounds to me- you seem to be doing pretty good." He smiled, almost gently. He squeezed Lane's hand once more and then tugged his hand free, but only to push Lane's hair back from his forehead. It was an oddly protective gesture, given that he was a decade younger than Lane, but Brant sure as hell meant it . "You really do need sleep."