Insomnia and late night (early morning?) ponderings. Homeless but looking.

[berserked]

... You should go to sleep. The profile and all else can wait.

[There's barely a shift in his monotone voice or his blank expression.]

I...don't sleep.

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[showmeyourwreath]

You don't, really?

[berserked]

...not very often.

[showmeyourwreath]

Why not? That doesn't sound very good at all.

[berserked]

...it is unpleasant.

[ringmage]

Insomnia leads to insanity, you know.

[berserked]

... So they say.

[Unfortunately, Orson has other...issues to worry about.]

[ringmage]

[That he does considering he's quite easily enraged at times.]

Then why don't you rest? Close your eyes and allow your mind to drift into a dream or two.

[berserked]

...I'd prefer not to risk it.

[Sleep is a luxury even Orson can't enjoy. When he can, it's fitful and brief -- nightmares plague him, relentlessly.]

[ringmage]

[He gives the lad an appraising look.]

You suffer from night terrors, don't you? Hence why you refuse to sleep.

[berserked]

[He'll just nod once.]

Every time.