"Thankfully." He's feeling rather drowsy with it, now. Trusting enough to possibly fall asleep in a room full of strangers is probably something Credence can observe off of him. He's not quite gotten the hang of suspecting people like him of anything nefarious.

He glances over, the shadows obscuring slightly--but Julian's vision is good, and he can pick out sharp features in a young, pale face. Tall, but hunched in on himself in a way that Julian can't help but note looks extremely bad for his back.

"Tired, mostly. I look far worse than I feel, I imagine." He offers a smile, it doesn't really do to have someone younger than he is fussing over him. "Thank you for your concern. Truly."