"I know the feeling." He shrugs a little. "M'used to it... been like this for most of my life, by now, actually." That's kind of depressing to admit, but there you have it. Life as a medium, he supposes. And a Hargreeves. He wasn't left wanting for reasons to not be able to sleep, really.

"Sure, no problem." He smiles up at her and nods, gesturing vaguely, "Do you draw much?" He asks curiously. He hadn't in years, but apparently the talent hadn't atrophied completely, and he is glad of that, honestly.