He is a little floaty, after everything. It'd be easy to get sidetracked, but he has nothing to get sidetracked with right now. His headache is gone, he has navigated one of the most important conversations in his recent memory, and he is content to just... exist, and not work, and not fuss.

He peers down at the page and swirls his cup idly.

"No. I'm sick of seeing you sitting on that hard surface. Heretic." He takes another sip and closes his eyes, comfortably zoning out. The pillow, he has already decided, will be there whenever they are.