He's not in the mood to argue, as at the moment, the thought of his bed is a rather welcoming one.

He nods, slowly. "All right. I'll see you tomorrow, Kim. Don't worry about me," he says, touching Kim's arm for a moment as he passes by. He glances back for a moment; there are about a hundred questions he'd like to ask. They can wait for morning, though, and so he makes his way back to his room.