He has a feeling he knows what the caffeine is for, but he can't fault Wylan for the thought. He knows what lurks at the edge of consciousness and how the mind twists every worry and fear to somehow make them worse. He wouldn't mind staying awake as long as he was able either.

"I think, that sounds like a good plan..." It was something to occupy them both. A destination, a task--mundane, but enough to distract. "We can head there...see if there's anything we can scrounge up around? Not sure what materials they have, but I wouldn't mind getting my hands on something to work with..."

Distractions. Things that would keep his mind and idle hands occupied. Something that would keep the urge to continually reach out and touch Wylan at bay. He hadn't missed the way he jumped at any contact--and he'd have to be mindful of that.