"It's worth a shot," he guesses, rubbing the back of his neck. Though he pauses, before adding, "...and I know Prompto's not sleeping all that well, either." Not that he could blame him, with the state he was in when they found him in Zegnautus and that he's from about the same time Noctis is himself.

At least, he hopes.

He checks the third waffle, removing it from the pan and starting on the fourth. Just to give his hands something to do.