[ It was new. A bright pang of worry lances through his lungs, but he waits a good long breath in and out before responding, waits for it to cool down so that he can emphasize: ] It's not too hard, Gil. I'm getting you a fucking pillow. Worst case scenario, I'll make a couple trips. I think there's a tea blend back at the shop that should help too, I can--look, I'll take care of it.

[ A beat, another breath. Honestly, even for all his worry: ]

I'm glad for you. It's--I mean, it's really something, isn't it? Especially with someone...someone you really like.