[ A puff of air, a momentarily satisfied sigh. Midnight isn't opposed to the concept of repose, just the hours that must be devoted to the activity. What his body does to refuse to let him rest. Everything he needs to get done before he runs out of time.

Another kiss, poorly aimed, just under Kaveh's lip, tucked above his chin, then Mifnight closes his eyes. Another sigh. It's good to be allowed to kiss. All he needs is a kiss. Just a few to stave off the hunger. ]

I have trouble sleeping regardless of company. Netzach does more that he should to help, and he does, but.

[ A silence. His hand finds Kaveh's wrist between them, curls around it. ]

I told them I didn't want medication to help me sleep. I was already taking too many, I wanted to work it out on my own. The work helps.

[ Except when he's filled with thoughts of his work, about the time left, about how the hours feel too, too fast when nothing is ever finished, and too slow when his eyes burn with unachieved goals, even when they're closed. When he's tired and he doesn't know which fatigue it is, if it will ever properly go away. ]