Gaeta exhales. "Yeah, I know how that goes," he murmurs. "The background noise gets... foregrounded, by something, but it's always there either way."

His mouth twists a bit.

"Still. If you'll, ah, let me be the biggest hypocrite in the worlds for a second -- " The twist resolves into a brief, humorless smile. "A bad week's sleep only makes it worse."