"Mm." He restructures his thoughts with the shake of his head and the unsteady swipe of one hand through his hair. "Probably right. Got driving to do tomorrow."
He looks up at Nick, the random stranger pulled off the side of the road who speaks and moves and acts with a sense of displacement relative to everything around him, and wonders for the millionth time what his story could possibly be. Also for the millionth time, Daniel concludes it's not likely to become clear to him in any immediate fashion.
"You should too, you know," he says, shifting to align himself in a more comfortable horizontal position over the hotel comforter he isn't going to bother with. He only ever sleeps on top of beds, not in them. "Sleep, I mean. You've been walking a while."
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He looks up at Nick, the random stranger pulled off the side of the road who speaks and moves and acts with a sense of displacement relative to everything around him, and wonders for the millionth time what his story could possibly be. Also for the millionth time, Daniel concludes it's not likely to become clear to him in any immediate fashion.
"You should too, you know," he says, shifting to align himself in a more comfortable horizontal position over the hotel comforter he isn't going to bother with. He only ever sleeps on top of beds, not in them. "Sleep, I mean. You've been walking a while."