Trying to sleep was futile. Jean-Leon was sure that they'd all be deaf to higher frequencies once this whole day was done, what with its lasting for hours on end. In a fugue-like state from sleep deprivation and just having A Really Bad Day, he found himself wandering the house for... something. He wasn't sure what. Just some kind of distraction. Which is how he'd found himself in the library, surprised to see someone else already there, despite living with a crowd of other people.
At first he'd apologized to the guy in the chair, hadn't meant to invade his space. But when he hadn't received a response, had found the guy asleep, Jean-Leon figured it was safe to hang out in here, so long as he was quiet. There wasn't any rhyme or reason to the books he pulled from the shelf, just ones that had nice looking spines or interesting sounding titles. Then he curled up in a chair across the room, half the books on the floor, half of them in his lap and got lost in them for a little bit.
Then Rhett all but screamed, and Jean-Leon startled, upsetting the pile of books next to him he'd already flipped through. "Gotdamn," he cursed under his breath, a hand on his heart like he could still the sudden increase in its tempo. For a second, he didn't realize what Rhett was hollering about- no one was in here but them. But then it clicked that he'd been asleep, that this was some of freak out and tired as he was, no one deserved to deal with that alone. With some slightly uncoordinated moves, he shoved all his books aside and unwound his legs to rush over to Rhett.
He stooped over where Rhett was slumped in the chair and immediately placed a large hand over the width of his shoulder. "Hey! Hey, man, it's cool!" Thinking it would maybe wake him out of this sudden shock, he squeezed Rhett's shoulder. Shook it lightly. "You're good, no one's holding you!" The irony of his statement was lost on him, his most pressing concern at the moment getting this guy to realize he was okay and safe, relatively speaking. "You with me, you here?"