[Turo had decided to wait for sleep until More went to bed himself. It hasn't been anywhere near long enough for him to actually be tired, or whatever passed for tiredness in him, so it's no trouble to lay on his bed and...stare...at the ceiling for four hours? Whatever he's doing, he seems perfectly content with it, hands folded loosely over his stomach and gaze focused on nothing in particular.
He does have an internal chronometer, however. He'll notice that passage of time.]
It's quite late, you know. You ought to consider getting some sleep.
and they were roommates
He does have an internal chronometer, however. He'll notice that passage of time.]
It's quite late, you know. You ought to consider getting some sleep.
[The remark is nearly automatic.]