[He manages an awkward shrug.]

Don't know... Haven't really been awake much here...

[A sad admittance. He's really not enjoying how asleep he is most of the time. His mind tells him no, but his body tells him 'dammit I am out'. It's frustrating, especially when his head is so full of thoughts. The dreams that accompany sleeping aren't appreciated either.]

I just... [a pause, and he seems to sink more into the pillow, if it's even possible] don't wanna waste anything you make. I know you hate it when people do.