[Dave starts to make another sour face, but You're already a fucking wreck stops him. His throat tightens and he has to swallow around it, but after a moment, he nods. Accepts it. Rubs the back of his hand over his drying eyes again, nudges his shades back into place when they threaten to fall.]

Jade probably already did.

[But, unlike some people he won't name, Karkat, she actually respects his privacy??? IMAGINE.]

Listen. I know I need to sleep, and you know I need to sleep, but the fact stands that I don't really know how to do that right now. And if I try working out like this I probably will pass the fuck out, and I don't think that's gonna help anybody, medically speaking.