"I'll take the floor," Euclid replied, walking into the bathroom so he could wash up. "I don't mind." He closed the door behind him, letting out an exhausted sigh. Turning on the faucet, he let the water run for a second before cupping a bit in his hands and splashing it onto his face. He took a minute to catch his breath from all the movement, staring into the sink as he turned off the faucet. They'd all been through a lot so far, and it was taking a bit of a toll on him. Pushing off from the sink, he stood up and looked in the mirror before exiting the bathroom.

He found a spot on the floor, crossing his legs and leaning back against the couch. Lowering his head, his eyelids closed shut and he was soon lost to sleep, the sounds of the television fading out into nothingness.