"No, it isn't," KIrk countered with a stubbornness that should have honestly been legendary. "Your brain needs sleep to "clean house" as it were and repair itself from the day's work. The less sleep you get, the less repair work gets done, the less efficiently you function." He might not be a doctor, but he had been lectured enough by Bones to know that much.

He huffed and crossed his arms as he continued to walk with him, not quite stomping, but thinking about it. "Will you at least wait for five minutes and let me get you something to eat off a street vendor?" he asked, unable to let it go until he felt like he had done something for Bruce besides nag at him.