"'Not betraying Diana' and 'assisting Diana' aren't the same thing." He wags a finger, before his nose wrinkles up in a bit of a peeved expression. "What, you want me to take sleeping pills?"

He's already got a prescription, and some nights it's the only thing that keeps him from clawing his own skin off when the nightmares and waking moments start to cross into each other.

"I can take care of my sleep cycle myself, thanks."