"Yeah....that would make sense." Locke pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. Maybe he was just getting paranoid from everything that had happened. People got sick all the time. Usually he'd be able to take something or sleep for a couple days and be fine, but not here. Getting sick frustrated him to no end on a good day.

"You're right, about tonight, we should just...relax as best as possible until 'tomorrow.' It might help." He still wasn't entirely certain how 'tomorrow' could really be the next day when a guy didn't actually sleep in this place. It was unnerving.

In an attempt to lighten the mood again Locke flashed Tolten a smile that, he hoped, looked better than he felt. "So, what should we do with our night? Lie around?"