[ Yzak sits up a little straighter when Newton does that. A couple of moments pass, and he doesn't seem to pull his hands away from his ears ... so he reaches over to put a hand on his forearm. ]

At least the sleep will be better, now.

[ ... ]

Better in that you won't be mocked and tortured by those things in your head and made to forget about it. Unfortunately I can't assure much more than that. [ It's said with an understanding tone. Because he knows himself how things will come back to haunt you in your dreams.

He stares at his own hand on Newton's arm. ]

... Sorry, by the way. For punching you the other day. [ o o p s! ]