"I've been resting all week." Anton was fairly sure it was messing up his sleeping schedule, as well. He was in fact napping--he was napping more than he'd ever had an opportunity to do so, which mean he was very rarely properly tired at night. He still slept, because for whatever reason his body was still rebelling--as it did now, as he made his way across the room.

He paused at Erskine's plaintive tone, and then reached out and turned on the record-player, and glanced back with a faint smile in the shadows. "I'm supposed to be resting today too, you know."

I'll be back. Just dressed and with a lamp on, to do some reading while Erskine tried to sleep a little longer.