Sorry. Completer involuntary. It was bound to happen at some point after so long putting it off. He didn't like where it was leading though, those visible signs of tiredness. He would need to sleep soon or suffer worse effects than just being fatigued. Maybe he already was considering the fuzzy figure he thought he was seeing past Sam.

"I can think of a few," he tried for his usual flirtatiousness, but it fell flat in the wake of his exhaustion, rubbing at his cheek for a moment. Maybe beer hadn't been the best choice. It was a depressant after all...

"Says the man about to snore into his tankard," he grunted with a tired smile before letting out a sigh. "Sleep's never come easy for me, is all. And my bed isn't exactly guaranteed or comfortable these days."