Dan also takes his time finishing, aware of Marcus's thoughts spinning but making sure to give him space for it. He allows himself a bit more guilt over not having come here in the first place; it's far more comfortable and there's not ghosts wandering the halls. Maybe it's time to look at somewhere besides the Bramford, then.

He looks up as Marcus speaks, watching him move, watching the limp.

"You don't get to sleep on the couch, and I did not need psychic powers to tell that's what this is. You need to be in a bed, more than I do. I'll behave myself."

There's more, of course.

He doesn't want to be alone, not when anything could crawl through his dreams.