"Nope." He's quit lying about that. Took months but- D worked with him and earned enough trust for him to be honest. Besides. They'll be better able to manage him if they know how well or not he's slept. So. "Kinda expected that too, what with the-"

He waves a hand vaguely.

"Not exactly mustard or tear gas but way too damn similar for my peace of mind. And I JUST got over how twitchy the smoke machines would get me too, damnit."