"Sleeping pills?" Murphy gave Heather a curious look.

Not bad. It didn't sound bad. Though actually getting to sleep was never so much an issue, as it was what he dealt with during and after waking up. It didn't help with the paranoia that he might not wake up in the same place where he went to sleep, or that there might be a slim chances that things might -- change. Surely he wasn't the only one.

Eventually, he just gesticulated dismissively with his hand. "Thanks, uh. I appreciate the offer, but... I've got other ways to help when it gets bad." Even if the aforementioned options involved copious amounts of alcohol until he managed to pass out... It was better than nothing.