Only his eyes cut across to her through the darkness of his room when he sees her silhouette appear in the doorway. He watches her, and waits. Either she'll come to him or she'll go back to her room. He tells himself he doesn't care either way.

As she approaches and climbs in beside him, his gaze is trained back on the ceiling again. The shift of the mattress and the soft rumpling sound of the blankets being pulled up over her is oddly comforting. Reminds him a little too uncomfortably of the last time both of them were in this bed and under the covers together, but he pushes that thought aside - easily done with the questions Granger begins curiously firing at him.

"Ever heard of lucid dreaming, Granger?" he asks instead of answering any of her questions.