The moment Netherlands rips his gaze away Russia blinks--and realizes it's too much right now. So he huffs and looks away, down at the floor as he rucks bangs out of his eyes tiredly. It's too late for this sort of thing, too late to puzzle out what's wrong and what Netherlands is thinking when he can barely puzzle out his own thoughts.

He's tired, after all, too many barely sleeping nights pilling up a top the other.

"Can't." There's a long suffering sigh, as if he's used to this despite it all. And hey! He does attempt to sleep! He just knows when it won't work and when it will.