Well, I'm awake now. Or the closest thing to it. I could've told you ahead of time waterboarding me awake wasn't going to work--I had cats biting my nose and I slept right through it. And that's real torture.

_{[As he gets his bearings again, the name at the top of Anders' wrath hit list is mostly just his own for letting his guard down far enough to succumb to his body's demand for a siesta. The lack of real rest is getting to him more than he'd thought. He brings a knuckle to his eye and rubs, pausing to peer over the back of his hand at the nudge.]}

Gee, thanks. So helpful. _{[But then he drops his hand and with it the cheerfully breezy sarcasm. Bucky's reaction had been justified, and he'd been doing him a favor by trying his damndest to snap him out of it.]} Really, though. Thanks. I thought I had it under control, but I must have fallen asleep despite best laid plans.

_{[Bending, he collects the fallen book and sets it aside on a table.]}

I feel tired. But no worse for wear.