Dylan follows him out, follows his gaze down and looks somewhat relieved when he makes sense of what's going on. It's not that he thought Jack was actually destroying the living room, it's more that, yes, he wants to go back to bed, and yes, he'd like to do it close to the rest of the family for any number of reasons. This saves him from having to suggest it; this saves him from having to muster the effort required to pull out the couch and find the linens.

The relief, however, fades a moment later and as he glances to Merritt. "I know your brain's kind of scrambled, right now, but ... " But is he going to be able to sleep, after everything that just happened, as much as he might want to, should?