I'm letting those freakishly long limbs into my bed.

( Still, he hesitates. Crosses his arms over his chest as though to hold himself in place. )

I could take the floor.

( And then, aware that it's strange, aware that it's new, all in a rush. ) You're tired. You sound tired. And I haven't been sleeping well. I don't want to keep you up if you could get some actual rest before they send you out on another mission -. ( An odd note creeps in, frustrated. He takes a breath, tries to settle himself. ) I don't mind.