[closed] It's all caffeine, stress, and nicotine instead of booze and bars.

[itchafes]

Neal is just inside the barracks gate, staring out at the woods. He's been sleeping, at least - too much in fact. Whenever he wakes up, exhaustion claws at the edges of his mind, making it hard to focus on much of anything. Eating, conversation, reading. Even walking around is an effort, which he tries to hide, like everything else.

From too little sleep to not wanting to do anything but sleep. It would be fantastic if his body could find some sort of middle ground. He groans and scrubs a hand over his face.

...Plus he's getting a beard. He needs to find a sharp rock. No beards. Ever ever again.