House poured from the small pot of painkiller tea he'd made for himself first.

"Well you should at least have a comfortable bed if you're going to be waking up," he said. "I do, too. Not nightmares, as much, just... sometimes I don't sleep well."

He blew on the tea and then drank it quickly. It tasted like shit.

"Thanks," he added then, as he picked up a fork.