He wondered how he could have missed breakfast. Were the nurses not supposed to wake him in time to get out of bed? And how did he miss in the first place, especially being that he was normally an early riser without the need for a reminder. He had not even heard all the radio announcements, which was disturbing.

Still, he felt like he had cotton stuffed into his ears and throat, walking in a sort of daze. He could not even remember what he had done last night; there was this fog clouding his mind that kept him forgetting something important. He remembered meeting Brooklyn and deciding to do something, but then he just drew a blank. It was terrible, but he did not have the energy or heart to dig around in his own brain looking for answers.

He felt like he needed more sleep. There was only one place to go in order to find some refuge to sleep in.

Trudging slowly to the Sun room, he walked over to one of the couches and stared down at the familiar face already lying. His normal danger-sense when around Kadaj was not even blinking, and he simply made a soft noise. "...shove over a little," he mumbled, not even really waiting that long before he was considering the easiest way to get on the couch space.