"Ah...I'm not quite sure what to talk about. I just need to talk about something, any-...almost anything," Léan murmured, amused with himself for catching it before he said it. "What is there to talk about...? You still haven't made fun of me for being an uncle, yet."

"That's because I'd rather make fun of you when you'll actually make fun back," Glory pointed out. "Or at least do more than grumble at me."

"Pah. There's nothing I can make fun of in your direction, at the moment, anyway. I'm in a bad situation, and you're perfectly fine," Léan reminded her, grinning.

"And yet you actually sound like you're in a good mood," Glory teased. She kept her eyes on the floor, looking at everything through her peripheral vision. She still couldn't see much.

Léan was just as stubborn as Archie had said he would be. He had the blanket and his tail tightly curled around himself, hoping to prevent any unnecessary movement. This was uncomfortable, but moving was even more uncomfortable, so he would have to settle for this.

"I am in a good mood," he huffed, cracking a smile. "I'm just not in a good place...at the moment..."

"You sure you'll be alright?" Glory asked.

"I'll live, I'll live..." Léan had inadvertently dodged her question. He wasn't all right even now. The medicine hadn't worn off yet, and while it was keeping his headache at bay, it was still causing him a great amount of distress.

"You're avoiding the question," Glory said. "If you don't want me to ask, then say so." She was finally starting to feel tired, though she was trying not to let her temper get too thin.

Léan wasn't tired in the least. He was too bothered and, er...rowdy...to be tired. He was mentally shot, however--at the moment, his brain was mostly mush. "I will be fine. Once the medicine wears off. Until then, I'll live through it..."

"Alright," Glory said, resting her head on her arms. If she was going to fall asleep, at least she wasn't going to fall over or anything.

Léan watched her. She was tired, and probably wanted to go back to her room so she could sleep. He felt bad for keeping her out here and awake just because of his suffering. He sighed. "If you're tired, you can always go and sleep...you don't have to stay out here with me, if you really want to sleep," he reminded her, turning a bit to smile at her.

"I'll be okay," Glory said. "I've pulled all-nighters before."

"Are you sure...?" Léan felt quite bad, but if she was sure, he wasn't going to fight her. He bit his lip as he shifted a bit, so that turning his head so he could face her wouldn't be so painful.

"I'm sure," Glory said. "If nothing else, if I fall asleep it's not so bad. I can always sleep in the morning or something."

Léan nodded, suddenly feeling bad that he was taking up the whole couch. If only he could move without that terrible feeling starting up all over again--he'd make room for her so she could sit fully on the couch.

Glory fought back a yawn.

"Remind me tomorrow," she said, "I need to start looking around for a good inflatable matress or something similar so you don't always have to be on the couch."

"I will...if I don't forget," Léan replied, seriously. He shifted again, biting his lip, and then settled down into a more comfortable position. "Ah...it's starting to wear off...let's try to avoid that particular medicine from now on." He paused. "It did get rid of my headache, but brought something worse instead."

"Right, ibuprofen is bad," Glory said. "Acetametaphen next time or something."

"...I'm not even going to try pronouncing that. I will fail, for sure," Léan joked, amused. A few minutes passed, and then Léan slowly sat up, shaking his head a few times. "All right. I'm better, now."

"You sure?" Glory asked. It was dark, so she couldn't see a damn thing, but better safe than sorry.

Léan took a deep breath, and then let it out, slowly. "Yes, I'm quite sure. I'm fine, now. It seems to have worn off."

"Alright," Glory said. She grinned a bit. "If you want, I could take you outside so you can go find your brother. I could tell you want to meet your new niece."

"Errr..." The thought of being around two overexcited adults who acted like children and a child who was probably very cranky at the moment immediately turned Léan off. "No, no...I had better wait a while, so they can both calm down."

Glory couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"Alright," she said.

Léan ran a hand through his hair, a blissfully relaxed look on his face. He seemed to be in a much better mood than he had been before.