...If you're game, so am I. Let's get to it-- try not to fall asleep on me.

[He's not entirely swayed to leave it at that, if his friend's dispirited tone is anything to go by. The symptom, at least, is obvious enough.

They're off either way, though, walking side-by-side en route to the training room. Jin waits a polite-by-Jin-standards space of a monute or two before asking, bluntly:]

I'm pretty sure whatever's up with you isn't just you being half-asleep and or hungover. C'mon, spill.