“I’ll bear it in mind,” he murmurs and allows the touch as he works, dropping the cloth over the side of his bed without a care. Another problem for Tomorrow Izzy.

He still needs to get up.

Not gonna.

Instead, he settles down right where he is, aware that he’s being watched after a moment at which point he looks back from the corner of his eye. If there’s anything more intimate to say, he leaves it silent.

There’s a long beat before Izzy speaks. He, too, is exhausted, and sobriety is looming closer as dawn threatens to break in the coming hours.

“Get some sleep, Lucius.”

Not quite a soft, pillowy please stay, but it isn’t an order to leave, either.