Definitely.

[ His expression is highlighted only by the exhausted fire sputtering around them, the excess of heat like an open hearth, painting diagonal strips of light when he peers deeper into the depths. By the time he casts his gaze sidelong, he notes Takeru with just the same degree of debilitating somnolence, eyes lidded and heavy.

It's not much in the way of relief, but he snags an arm around the younger boy nonetheless, soft and repentant with the uselessness of always needing someone else to be dependent on. It's only in times like these that it's horribly apparent that he can't even begin to look after someone else if he can't keep himself from backsliding into the same old coping mechanisms.

Breath dragged against his throat, he nods, priming himself for the long evening ahead of them. ]

... No, it's okay. Catch enough sleep for both of us, alright? I'm counting on you to rest well for the big trip to find everyone early tomorrow.

[ Makoto can only hope he hasn't ended up instigating any bug-related nightmares, but that's a preemptive question for another day. ]