"Perfect," Chuck says. It's strangely comforting to have something he can do, some concrete way of helping her that isn't just offering nebulous support. The instinct alone isn't one he's all that used to, but while he knows, on some level, that it may be enough for her just not to be on her own, it feels oddly inadequate. Coffee is such a small thing, but it's still a plan, still something that she seems sure will help. It makes sense, too. If he were her, he'd probably want to find some way of staying awake, too. "Sleep's overrated anyway."

It isn't, but they're probably both accustomed enough to going without it. "And, you know, if you want company while you stay awake or anything, I don't have anywhere to be."