Kaz is a logical man most of the time. He knows he can't say he's tired and not expect her to follow up on it. He's fully aware he brought this insistence on himself, and therefore, he doesn't have an argumentative leg to stand on to oppose it. It's one thing when he's gone three days without sleep and keeps insisting he's fine and not weary, and it's another to admit it. They also just got out of one argument and he doesn't want to start another.

So he pushes himself up from his desk and slowly gets to his feet. He settles the cat on his shoulder as he takes his cane and walks to the bed. It's not a long trip since his attic office doubles as a bedroom. Kruge leaps off him and onto the mattress, always ready to nap. He sets the cane to rest against the bedside table and starts to take off at least his shoes and vest, to untuck his shirt. There's momentary debate about going to the restroom to wash up first but he deems it too much effort and instead lies down. He positions himself on the side of the bed that faces the door and window, so if anyone sneaked in, they'd have to go through him first. He's claimed that spot when they share a bed.

With his leg he can't comfortably lie on his side, so he sleeps on his back. His head turns though to look at her. "May I ask you something?"