[Con-sid-er-ate.

Dave mouths the word to himself, tries to remember what it means, but it's no use. His brain can't hold onto the syllables, and he sighs.]

He doesn't sleep 'nuff.

[Neither does Dave, neither has Dave ever, but it's different when he's the one on the outside looking in.]

He says it's okay but--but that's weird. Everybody needs sleep. But...but only if he can have nice dreams.

[He huddles in smaller.]

It's not fair.