You've got a comprehension problem, Petre. The only thing wrong with me right now is you. Everything else is fucking great, you just never see it because - surprise - you're the issue.

[He considers the question, then decides to get back up and crawl under the covers this time.]

I don't sleep much. Consider this a blanket "don't give a shit" if I wake you up.

[Bad dreams and three years constantly on his guard, sleeping on everything but beds. He's just hoping the bad dreams don't hit too hard, because Petre doesn't need to see him wake up screaming.]