Brilliant, on a curve of Skywalker

Ben didn't want to overanalyze why he slept better when Ender was in the room: it was just a fact he'd accepted along with his roommate's weird aversion to owning socks. Ben was currently sprawled out in his own bed for once, breathing steadily and untroubled--at least at the moment--by nightmares from his trip home.

Of course, he was now getting to his fourth hour of sleep, so he'd been waking up soon. Insomnia was a pain in the ass.

[OOC: For the roomie!]