"Always," She didn't need to know about the spectrum of dreams he'd had about her over the last few weeks. They'd ended with her leaving on somewhat poor terms and he felt guilty about it, which probably didn't help, but he also knew she was going into some mysterious, dangerous situation so his psyche was playing tricks on him. It was a slow drowning.

Jess laughed, "Yeah, I've always had the problem. Asleep anywhere at any time through anything. Especially when drunk." He'd sobered up a little before bed, but not enough to prevent him from practically dying in his sleep. "I mean that is where I'd prefer you were." He chuckled again, settling himself on the bed next to her, refusing to be any further apart that touching her in some way now that she was indeed back.

"You alright?" He asked, albeit a little hesitantly. He'd given her a once over after she'd sat down, but couldn't see anything other than the fatigue on her features in the dim light of his room.