"Haven't I?" he asks. Then why doesn't he feel as though he has? If he hasn't done anything wrong then why the sudden shift? Maybe he is too tired to handle this after all.

He searches the other man's face for a moment longer before he sighs softly. Glancing down at where he's got John's hand, squeezing it slightly and wishing he had the ability to be able to tell whether the other man was telling the truth or not. For now however he'll just have to trust him.

"Alright, well. Come on then," he says at last. "We're not going to get that much rest like this." He flicks his eyes up at the other man, one final glance to ask him one last time for -- permission? apologies? He's not really sure but he's hoping John will give it to him anyway.