A few moments later, after a little more tossing and turning, Cisco finds a spot where he's not contorted awkwardly to avoid being jabbed in the back or hip with a spring, because this mattress, seriously, is ass. Finally, he looks back at Blue as he pulls the blankets up around himself.

"Honestly? I'm not sure I'd be able to tell the difference," he says, only half joking. His eyes close in a slow blink and he hears the vents opening. "Welp. That's our cue. G'night Blue, happy gassing," he says in a flat tone that suggests sarcasm with little actual effort.