"Jarvis," he mutters sleepily, like he probably did when he was a kid. The lights go out instantly, like a candle being blown out. His leg taps hers in a quest for more blankets, grateful she can't see how flustered the simple accidental brush makes him.

"Please do." Poke him. That's weird, but whatever. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to will sleep to come. As per usual, shutting out the lights and actually hunkering down only makes his mind spring to life with all that tomorrow will bring, good and bad.