[A barely audible sound of amusement escapes Kit. It was satisfying to know that, regardless of how sore or poorly rested he was, Vincent's caustic wit remained intact.

Never mind that it was the same sort of brusque humor that had contributed to him losing his patience earlier, because the other contributing factor was no longer present. Not yet, anyway.

Glancing back at the doorway as if to confirm the absence of that something, Kit gently shook his head.]

Not really. I still couldn't sleep.

[...if for a different reason this time.]

You're heavier than you look. When you landed on top of me, I hit my head a lot harder than I expected.