I'm fine. [He runs his hands through his hair again and yawns. The excitement's catching, and his control over his telepathy's fuzzy enough that there is definitely some bleed over going on. Although it can save a bit of time.]

Just throw me those, they're fine. [Meaning that shirt and those pants you just found/are holding.] You know I could keep people away from the CTS anyway. We could sleep in a little longer.

[He's teasing. Mostly.]