"Yes. It was always bad. Worse after Russia." Booker wouldn't mention the nightmares of drowning that also fucked up his sleep. He had plenty of other nightmares about his son and war to mention instead. "I think too much. That's all."

At least over the years he had learned to make those sleepless nights somewhat meditative. He got rest that way though it was never true sleep. As long as he was awake enough to protect everyone the next day it was fine.

It was ironic considering he could also sleep anywhere and in any position if he was tired enough. Beds were just... not good for sleep.