Amahiko cocks his head a little at the utterance; he sees it for what it is, though. Sitting upright, then shifting a little closer to Tsutomu, he places his hand on the other man's.

"I was merely worried at your earlier display of distress. I can leave if you'd like to ..." To what, get back to sleep-screaming? He searches, "attempt it again on your own."

Look at him, reading cues.

"Still." He rubs at his own chin in thought, "A night of play always tires me out to the point of peaceful sleep."