[ Focusing on things one at a time without much further thinking is easier at this point. Maintain current level of functionality at all costs. He was only answering the question about the insomnia, so the sudden brat, to him, is a bit out of left field. Or heading out into left field and smashing the poor outfielder in the face. Either way, the metaphor works. And more importantly: focus on things one at a time, in order of priority. The brat is sad.

The mug is set down on the counter, followed by resting the free hand on their head. Pat pat, there there, always making mountains out of nothing. Feels too much and doesn't know how to get the words out. Beats themselves up over something that was just a mistranslation. They really should invest in things less, logically, but no. That vibrant spirit is what got him in the first place. From the constant escalating arguments to smaller admittances like this. ]

And I shouldn't be pinning assumptions on you. [ So small and full of anxiety. Perfect as a chinrest. They'll work it out. Being in a somewhat-functioning partnership founded on actually trying to work things out together will do that. ] You don't get like this unless history's repeating. Wasn't Qrow's bad hobby. So what happened?