"Of course. And odds are 50/50 that I won't sleep, either, so it'd be nice to have the company." His arm squeezes Malcolm closer, just a bit. Maybe it's a little bit possessive...but Will doesn't want Malcolm going anywhere.

As if to help out, Winston lays his head on Malcolm's feet. Will notices and chuckles. "Looks like the dogs agree." Jet is in the process of trying to 'sneak' onto the open spot on the couch, next to Malcolm- as if Will has ever restricted couch access to any dog before.