"I don't know." Ned doesn't object to Jesse coming closer or staring at him. He rests his head on his hand because yes, he's awfully tired, and it's getting difficult to hold it up straight the way he's supposed to. "Not since the thing with Galen." He's caught himself drifting off, now and then, but never for more than a handful of minutes at a time. "I was too scared to."

It's nice, being able to say that, so plainly, so simply, and know Jesse won't scoff at him, or think less of him.

"So I guess that's about..." he starts trying to count the hours, has to stop and do it over, "... 40 hours? Ish?" He doesn't know exactly when the nightmare happened, so the figure isn't precise. It does sound like a lot, now that he's saying it out loud. Ned's had problems with insomnia before, so it's not exactly a new number to him, but he's not as young as he used to be.