[Well. Fine. He heads to the bathroom and washes his face and gets ready. He doesn't exactly have sleep clothes with him, but his team clothes are comfortable enough. He's not going to change into his other clothes. They're too nice for sleeping.]
[He sits down and brushes down his hair, running his fingers through it. It's calming, and distracting enough that he can get his brain to stop running a million miles an hour. He flops down and turns so he can watch the door.]
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[He sits down and brushes down his hair, running his fingers through it. It's calming, and distracting enough that he can get his brain to stop running a million miles an hour. He flops down and turns so he can watch the door.]