He doesn't dream. He's tired enough not to and the wave of joy from spending the night drinking too much means the dark things are at bay, even if he cracked a little, earlier. He's always slept in fits and starts in a strange place, but the bed is warm and the blankets comfortable. He barely moves at all.

Guy sometimes stayed awake next to Kyle when he slept, watching over him, ready to wake him up when he saw the signs of uneasy dreams. Jim's presence hardly measures up in terms of closeness (his brother knew him on such an instinctive level Kyle highly doubted anyone could reach it) but the trust is enough.

When morning comes Kyle wakes quietly, taking a moment to look around, confused. He barely remembers coming here, let alone the conversation that followed, and his instincts almost scream that he's been kidnapped.

Then he spots Jim. 'Hey.' Rubbing his eyes, he looks again. Yes, it's him.

'Morning.' He's cheerful, having slept well.