I can't sleep. Tossing and turning for hours since Bryant brought us home in a cab, I don't want to get out of bed and disturb Greta. She's a light sleeper, even if she drank a lot and would hear me wandering about. She looked exhausted, and I didn't want to burden her with my problems until morning. One of us should be well-rested, at least. My head's too messy, and I haven't told her about kissing Jyeon or where he was going after he left. She doesn't know about Claire, and Bryant doesn't seem to yet either. I'm guessing Jyeon would have told him after he left us, though....