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Oliver shook his head. "No, I-I don't think so, I was already awake."

He didn't miss his friend's self-protecting gesture, and it wasn't hard for him to guess where the source of Horace's nightmares were. Even if the other man wasn't going to confide in him. It made Oliver's chest ache with the impossible desire to make things right, but there wasn't anything he could really do. Except just be where he was, for comfort maybe.

"You can relax, it's okay," he said, managing a gentle smile. "Um, I have water if you needed a drink, or, um, there's still some cheetos?"

Oliver leaned across the floor away from the bed, resting one elbow on the carpet so he could reach his lowest desk drawer. He pulled it open and fished around inside, his hand touching the tops of soda cans, a couple round glass bottles of juice, and finally a plastic bottle of water. He pulled it out and shut the drawer again.

"Here, it's not cold, but it's wet," he said, handing Horace the drink. "A-and it's not the floor or anything, I just, um... I don't sleep very well sometimes... But maybe you are helping, no nightmares so far," Oliver admitted, scratching the back of his neck. A lack of solid sleep had never been a problem before the island, but his life had never been quite so dangerous. Perhaps he was just becoming hypersensitive to otherwise benign noises in the night, or suffering from a generalized state of anxiety, at least if he were napping in the lab he could use his awake-time productively.

"No, you are sleeping there, I'm not going to kick you out!" Oliver insisted. "I said the floor isn't a problem."

He made himself comfortable sitting up, and went looking for the bag of cheetos. Although he wasn't particularly hungry, there was no reason to not eat junk food in the middle of the night, not if he was awake and relatively alert anyway.

Oliver frowned, looking stern for a couple seconds before he finally managed to find the cheetos. He tossed a couple into his mouth and watched Horace blankly as he munched through them. Stubbornness was met with stubbornness, and then finally the freckled boy wiggled out of his sleeping bag.

"Do you want this?" He asked innocently. So innocently it was bordering on sass.

Oliver took another couple cheetos for himself, then held out the bag ever so innocently.

"Horace... come on, I said next time didn't I?" Oliver finally protested, his facade cracking. "Is it not comfortable or something? Don't make me... um... drag you back onto that bed!"

Oliver sighed. Maybe there was something wrong with his bed... He couldn't argue if it was a matter of comfort, but there was also a part of him that was relieved he wouldn't have to physically drag Horace off the floor. It wouldn't have been a challenge, just awkward. Very awkward.

"Fine... Get up for a sec," he said, leaning over Horace to pull the blankets completely off the bed, and start laying them out on the floor for them both to lay on. Then he pulled the sheets off, and finally unzipped his dinosaur sleeping bag to make another blanket. "You can use this if you're cold," he said, putting it at their feet.