Mike holds his position as Don lumbers in as if on auto-pilot, watching silently as the mild-mannered turtle makes coffee. Slowly he returns the spoon to the pot on the stove, setting the heat to the lowest setting before turning towards his cousin.

"Don," he says quietly at first, so as not to startle. "Go to bed." This second bit he can't quite get out without yawning himself. Not back to bed because Mike knows that's not where he was in the first place.