"C'mon now," he coaches gently as he kicks off his boots. "Into bed, stop apologizing for things you haven't done."

He goes around to the other side as he speaks, pushing back the covers and stretching out, his hands behind his head. He's still fully clothed, but Sweeney has slept in clothes more often than he's slept in his altogether, so it's not even something he notices. His feet hang off the end, but that's to be expected.

"Lie back, lass," he says. "I'll put out the light."