"We all need help sleeping, from time to time." He's not going to say anything about his housemates. Rather, he doesn't feel like it is for him to say. There were jokes that could have been made, innuendos about getting help sleeping, but they were foregone in the twist on Constantine's face.

"What happened to you?" Even in the dim light with the torch pointed in the other direction, Constantine's flinching didn't go unnoticed.