Charlotte rolled her eyes when he stepped in front of her, raising her eyebrow at him as he placed his hands down onto her shoulders. She honestly thought she was fine, she had just slept for a few hours and woken up but a moment ago, why did she need to sleep more? She slept to get away from her family, because the more she worked, the less she had to see them. At first, she worked through the night so that during the day there wasn't a need for her to come to the office, as she had already done her day's work. But it eventually molded into a habit. She wouldn't call it a disorder, was there even a disorder for that? But it definitely wasn't healthy. Though, as if her body worked on an entirely different schedule than her mind, she sat back down on the bed with the pressure from his metallic hands on her shoulders.<br/><br/><br/>She didn't look good. The dark circles under her eyes were one thing, but her eyes were dull, her hair flat. She just needed rest. If Ethan wasn't there, she would've trucked away and been left worse off than usual. She had been going through these motions for a long, long time, but the lengthy habit had begun to ware her out. But nonetheless, she was stubborn. When he applied some soft pressure to her arms, pushing her back on the pillow, she just huffed. "Ethan, I'm fine, seriously." She complained, though her giant yawn went against her statement. Once her head hit the pillow, it became increasingly difficult to argue with him, but still she wanted to try. All she wanted to figure out was how the robot from the other day malfunctioned, and to find out why her parents were using her as their shield.<br/><br/><br/>When he told her that she would no longer be permitted to pull all-nighters, that she had to get adequate sleep and reevaluate her schedule, she just shook her head. He wasn't her babysitter, and he had a home of his own. Just telling her to do something wasn't going to make her do it. "I'm okay, I've got stuff to do." She tried again, but her vision blurred as she said it. She yawned again, sitting up one arm and opened her mouth to offer another remark, but when she looked to Ethan, she deflated. He was hunched over at the edge of her bed, his head in his hands. He looked...sad. She bit her lip before sighing in defeat. She sat up and tapped him, offering him a soft smile. "If I have to sleep, you do, too." His lip was still red from his earlier incident, and his cheek was a bit of a deep purple, and it made her stomach twist. She had two other rooms, both guest rooms. They would technically be her parent's and her brother's room, but they lived elsewhere. However, with how tired her mind is, she didn't think about the other two beds, she only thought of the one she was currently laying on.<br/><br/><br/>She looked up to him for a moment before nodding to the other side of the bed, laying back down and rolling to face the inside of the bed. Nothing about her suggestion was... suggestive, she was just trying to do him a favor. He had gone out of his way to make sure she was okay after she hadn't answered his calls. "I appreciate you coming to check on me, you didn't need to do that." She smiled tiredly to him, hardly able to keep her eyes open at this point. He was right, she needed rest, and she could feel the throws of the sandman beginning to weigh her down.