Oh-- I guess I was, hah! [His hand drops, slowly, awkwardly. He tries to force a smile, not wanting to make Seteth worry-- any more than he already does, anyway.] Gee, thanks for waking me up from it!

[The hand on his shoulder is comforting-- warm and present, grounding. He shifts a little closer to Seteth on the bed, a silent plea for more comfort.]

Guess I'm doing a bad job right now, huh... I can't even get myself to sleep right.