Uta was not a stranger to the empty feeling that seemed to drain him of his energy before he could open his eyes that morning. The ghoul was no more startled or concerned when he realised he didn't have the will to sit up. Instead of crying or calling for help as most would, Uta simply allowed his eyes to close again. Sighing quietly through his nose, the mask maker forced himself to swallow in a vain attempt to relieve his unreasonably dry throat. After three failed attempts, he gave up and stretched out one pale, tattooed arm and began blindly feeling around for the bottle of water he usually kept on the nightstand. "Looking for something?" Startled, Uta quickly pushed himself up, rinkkaku already half drawn and prepared to strike when he came face-to-face with Yomo. "...Renji-kun," the mask maker acknowledged solemly as his kagune retreated back into his flesh soundlessly. "You startled me," he added dully, not seeming at all alarmed by his friend's sudden appearance in his bedroom. "I can see that," the grey haired ghoul responded with a small smile. "What has you all jumpy? It's not like you." Sighing, Uta laid back down and touched one hand to his head, which had begun to thrum with the oncomings of a migraine. "Nightterrors," he answered, sounding uncertain of his own response. "And other things, perhaps..?" Yomo glanced back down just in time to see his rival's eyes squeeze shut. "Headache?" he asked as he reached for the glass Uta had been fumbling for when he came in. "Migraine," the tired ghoul corrected as he pinched the bridge of his nose in a vain attempt to stave off the painful throbbing between his eyes. Yomo eyed him suspiciously as he waited for his friend to sit up. "You don't seem very alarmed. Does this happen often?" Giving up on waiting for the pain to disperse, Uta sat up again, slower this time. "Maybe, maybe not," he slurred as he snatched the glass from the other ghoul. He stared at the cup blankly for a moment before he remembered that he was supposed to be drinking from it. "Perhaps I'm just getting old?" Yomo snorted and rolled his eyes. Although it was true that many ghouls only lived half as long as most humans, someone as powerful as Uta was unlikely to die anytime soon. Still, he played along and continued the small talk. "Who knows, maybe. Getting knocked around by doves and screwing around in the rougher wards takes a toll after awhile." Uta nodded several times, then stopped once Yomo gave him an odd look. Shifting uncomfortably, the tattooed ghoul repositioned himself several times before he finally gave up. Unceremoniously, he stripped off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. "Hot?" Uta shrugged and leaned against the headboard again. The two sat in silence for an unmeasured amount of time before Yomo spoke again. "...So, getting much sleep lately?" A stupid question. Yomo knew better than anyone else, save for Itori, that Uta was an insomniac with highly irregular hours of sleep, even for a ghoul. Still, he needed to keep the charade up. Uta already knew what he was probing for, but somehow pretending to have small talk and dancing around the topic made them both feel better. "Oh, you know, here and there. Harder to catch sleep during the busier hours..." Uta trailed off. There weren't really any "busier" hours anymore. Who needed masks designed for murderers when killing wasn't needed anymore...? Since the fall of CCG and the formation of more pro-ghoul alliances, food had become less of a concern to the ghoul population as factories producing edible versions of human food began cropping up everywhere; there wasn't a need to be up all hours of the night either. Uta swooned dizzily and Yomo caught him by the arm. "Maybe you should lie back down." Uta didn't protest, nor did he bother to push against the firm arm pressing against his chest. Closing his eyes again, the weary ghoul tried to make sense of the patterns flashing beneath his eyelids while Yomo continued. "In fact, maybe I should take you to see someone. Can't be a good sign if you're having all these migraines and whatnot..." For a moment, Uta wasn't sure if Yomo had stopped talking to think or if the other ghoul had left, but he quickly realised that he did not want to be left alone to his thoughts again. One black and red eye snapped open and scanned the room. No sign of Yomo. "...Renji-kun?" Uta called out softly. "Right here." Unlike earlier, Uta's reaction was slightly less dignified as he jolted and scrambled back from the edge of the bed where Yomo's voice had come from. "...What are you doing?"