You turn green when you're tired? It looks good on you.

[Soothe, soothe. One of his hands slips back around and comes up to rest against Rohan's cheek, the rough pad of his clawed thumb skimming gently at the corner of his mouth.]

But you're right, I'd better get you home. You can fall asleep on my shoulder on the way, if you want.

[Given the lilt in his voice, that's not an outcome he'd mind all that much, or even to begin with.]

Are we taking the glasses and things too? Or am I just taking you?