He feels like he's been run over by a herd of druffalo, and she's got a point. Justice doesn't approve of hours, but maybe a compromise can be found. Maybe. He's never easy, and right now he's fuming more without even bothering to express himself in a way Anders can understand.

For the moment she leans against him, he rests his head back against her. It's nice. Comfortable. It would be so very nice to have her friendship back.

"We all need sleep." He's not arguing, though. "I'll get some. Will you take your rest after? I'm not going to tell you that you look awful, but I'm not the only one scraping the bottom right now."