Nic's expression didn't change, and he didn't say anything.

"That's good, right?" Laurel pressed, trying to get a reaction, "You have more time."

"... Yes..." he half-agreed.

Laurel sighed a little as she nodded before she gently lifting up his head and slipping out from under him. Once he was settled she tucked the blankets around him tighter and leaned in, kissing his cheek and then lightly on the lips, "Try to get some good rest then." she told him quietly, "I'll let you know of something else happens." she promised before sitting in the chair he had been sitting in before.

Nic was quiet for a long moment. When he reached the conclusion she was going to keep sitting there starting at him, he did his best to not let it prevent him from falling asleep.

After that long moment, Laurel seemed to understand that even looking at him was keeping him awake. With a sigh she turned in the seat and started at a painting on the wall. After a little bit she started to hum which eventually turned into quiet singing. The singing was in some African tongue and was quite beautiful though simple. It seemed like a child's song.

After a long time, it seemed like he just wasn't going to fall asleep. But then suddenly he was sleeping, like he had flipped a switch.

Laurel chuckled silently as she watched him sleep for awhile. Then she silently got up and left. She returned about two hours later with what looked like two cups of coffee.

Nic was still asleep and didn't wake when she entered.

So Laurel walked over, setting the two cups down before turning back to Nic. "Nic," she called, gently shaking your shoulder, "You'll never sleep tonight if you sleep too much now." she sighed.

Nic mumbled something incoherent before turning around, not wanting to wake up.

Laurel huffed a little before giving in and sitting down on the chair, what was the harm in a few more minutes? Instead she leaned over and poked around on Nic's computer so gently it was if she thought it might explode if she touched it.

The computer didn't explode, thankfully. It was near impossible to make sense of what it was doing. At least for Laurel.

Laurel let Nic sleep for another 20 minutes or so, all the while the delicious smell of coffee filled the room. After she'd gotten bored with Nic's computer, she walked over to Nic began to massage his neck, "Time to get up." she informed him kindly.

Nic complained again. Even the smell of coffee didn't help. Perhaps it was a good dream.

Laurel stopped again, she didn't want to pull Nic out of someplace happy and drag him back in their mess of a reality. She sighed as she sat down on the floor, back to the couch. Slowly she rubbed her head with her hands, appearing lost in thought.