Though Scout quirks a faint smile at Flint's laugh, there's mostly concern in his expression. "We have a lot on our plates, this year. I'm honestly a little impressed that anyone sleeps through the night, but..." He trails off, feeling warm as Flint puts his lips to his hand. Maybe he is a little tired - his thoughts feel slow, and he really doesn't want to get up.

"I've always had a hard time, so I'm a little used to it, at least. But I wish you were sleeping better." He pauses, his fingers curling as he tries to think of some solution to offer, and comes up short. "Anything I can do to help? You can text me in the middle of the night, if you need."