Meyer isn't even sure if vampires can sleep, so there may be two of them lying there awake, pretending to sleep. He feels tired, yes, but he has to wonder whether that's the blood he's consumed contributing just as much as any natural tiredness is. He hasn't figured out exactly what being a vampire means yet.

Of course he notices that Ned crosses his arms over his chest -- he knows that gesture well, knows it to be a self-protective one; he's perceptive, even when he's drunk. "Sounds like you've been having a... hmm..."

There's a word he's looking for, just on the tip of his tongue, that he can't quite express for a few seconds. It takes staring at the flowers for awhile to get his brain back on track. "An extremely eventful day. Did he hurt you, too?"