[ Jaw tightening a little, he's still not sure why. It's just White. He doesn't try spacing away from him again for the moment, instead letting his gaze drift forward, shrugging. ]
Sorta. Not really I mean - [ Again the hand goes to the back of his neck. ] I sleep in, so.
[ Which just makes him mildly nocturnal, but that's not unusual for someone working night shifts. He'd sort of assumed White and anyone else working late did the same. Maybe not though? The slight agitation is stirring again, but he tells it to calm down. ]
Tired?
[ Maybe that's more what White meant, he figures, comment on himself rather than general statement. ]
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Sorta. Not really I mean - [ Again the hand goes to the back of his neck. ] I sleep in, so.
[ Which just makes him mildly nocturnal, but that's not unusual for someone working night shifts. He'd sort of assumed White and anyone else working late did the same. Maybe not though? The slight agitation is stirring again, but he tells it to calm down. ]
Tired?
[ Maybe that's more what White meant, he figures, comment on himself rather than general statement. ]