[ why are you bullying him, what did he ever do to you? but seriously, while he does enjoy watching jack work because -- well, he just enjoys watching jack, as creepy as that sounds -- it... was getting boring and it was getting late. rhys rubs his palm into his eye with a yawn and tries to wake himself up a little. up, up, up, rhys. get up! ]

Yeah, I -- I didn't sleep much last night? And it's. Uh. Late.

[ god, so awkward. he glances back at the bunks behind them before frowning slightly from his place at jack's side, slumping a little. ]

... Don't really want to sleep on the floor though. [ and then he looks down at his clothes with another frown. ] Or in my actual clothes. I miss my pajamas.

[ that last sentence was a little petulant, honestly. baby's a little cranky. ]