"This is restful." He said, opening the passenger door and looking over at him over the top of the rig. A brow raised. He was NOT going to be sleeping. Not right now at least. After really bad missions, when it was done and he was at the paper stage, that was when he would spend at least a night, no more then three with the nightmares.

From there he'd correct himself, bottle it up, place it on a shelf in his mind, and move on. Not healthy, to some, but it was how he managed to move on with out being a complete mess.

Thus he was NOT sleeping just yet. He had things to do.