Oh crap, what's he doing up? He's supposed to be asleep.

"Fine," I say hurriedly, hand automatically sneaking up to rub at the back of my head before I yank it back, hoping he didn't notice. It's a tell, one I've yet to break myself of. "I, ah, couldn't sleep. Thought I'd walk around a bit, see if that helped."

That has to be the worst excuse ever, there's no way he'll believe that. Idiot.