"I'm into it," he mumbles, snuggled into the crook of Kyle's shoulder. "Do you know how early I've woke up since we got here? The place I put my shit down at the temple is like right there where the fucking sun comes up and it's fucking exhausting."

Despite his bitching and moaning, this right here does more for his ability to relax than anything else he's discovered. In fact, it might be the first thing to actually make him him reconsider his steadfast belief that his place is nefarious in its design.