[He looks up from where he's staring at Mrs. O'Leary in his lap, blinking away stray thoughts and watching Milla thoughtfully for a moment. She means well, and he appreciates that. After Sunday he's found he also trusts her more and so he offers her a little, lopsided smile.]

About as well as anybody could expect to sleep here, I guess. At least we moved the horse out of our room. [A slight pause.] Doing okay?