Yussa doesn't immediately respond beyond the way his hand moves beneath Caleb's gentle touch. It is not acceptable to fall asleep here on this table, but there is a part of him that would like to do so.

He opens his eyes slowly and tips his head so that he can look at the younger man. Yussa manages a faint, brief smile.

"I'm fine, thank you." His voice is hoarse and he is an utter mess, but if this has served its purpose to clear Caleb's head, Yussa is willing to endure all of that. Hand feels so heavy as he lifts it, but he reaches to stroke his fingers over Caleb's bearded cheek.

"And you? Feeling clearer?"