"Well, at least I'll sleep like a fucking rock tonight."

There was no use trying to lie to someone like Natasha so he didn't even try, but he didn't say more about it either. And it was true, physically exhausting himself might indeed have helped to find some good rest tonight.

He emptied half the water bottle in one go to get the taste of salt out of his mouth, ignoring the quiet protest of both his stomach and his head against the sudden coldness overload, and laid back down then, with one arm under his head. His other hand caught Natasha's and pulled it close for a gentle touch of his lips, to let her know, he was okay, they were okay. He just needed to let that damn restlessness behind, and distraction was always a good way to go.

"Want me to read a bit for you again?"