Brian shook hands with Whittemore.
"You're right. That is Robert Lupin," Brian answered. "I'm sure he'll be right as rain, and probably before any of us want him to be. He does not know how to stop or slow down. Nor does he know how to take any sort of orders. He never has. Robert knows how to lead, but I don't think he knows how to follow worth a damn. You're welcome to stay, of course, if it doesn't leave St. Mungo's too short handed. I suppose they could send a message and call you back if they need you."
"I doubt anyone will sleep until he's conscious," Khaat said. "Brian, we have enough people here that we shouldn't have issue with levitating him and floating him to the bedroom, should we?"
"No. We'll be fine," Brian said. "I should think Whittemore and I can handle it ourselves and get him to bed. With a little luck, he'll sleep for a change."
"Well, that's the other issue, isn't it?" Khaat said, annoyed. "He's exhausted. Badly sleep deprived. Its got his entire body in an uproar. I should ground him here and home and off work for a few days until he gets some rest." Brian sighed.
"Save yourself the effort of the paperwork, my pet," he replied. "He won't listen anyway." He looked at Whittemore. "Robert is a chronic insomniac. He's been up for days. Probably what caused all this, actually. He does try to sleep, but it just doesn't work. If it goes much longer, we'll get him a proper sleeping potion, something in a strong variety. A normal strength usually doesn't help him."
"I've got a sledgehammer in the barn," Kate said sarcastically, frustrated and angry with him for worrying her. Brian and Khaat laughed out loud.
"Now there's the Kate that we all know and love. I dare you to put that sledgehammer beside the bed and see how long it takes him to notice when he wakes," Brian told her.
"Don't tempt me," Kate said, thinking it might just make her point if she did.