Jay huffs out a strange little noise that might be a laugh, but he's not sure he can pinpoint what's funny. Maybe it's being scolded about staying up, when they both know what's kept them up for years is as real and solid as the bolt in the door. Maybe it's just the exasperation in Tim's voice, like Jay's insomnia exists just to annoy him personally. Maybe Jay's always been a little punch-drunk at sleepovers.

The noise comes again.

Yeah, sleep sounds like a great idea.

Reluctantly dragging himself out of his comfortable slouch against the foot of the bed, Jay reaches into the closet and withdraws a pillow (thin, but manageable) and a blanket (weird texture, but warm). He wraps the blanket around his shoulders and sets the pillow on the floor, and he's not sure when head met pillow but it's there now and he's not moving.