[ He almost wants to close his eyes again and relax. It's comfortable.

He takes a second to collect his thought and speaks more softly. He doubts she'll be able to help him, but he doesn't keep anything from her now. ] ... Yeah, I'll try...

[ His eyes slipped closed a little. ] When I have these dreams, they feel real—in a lot of ways. Even though they're not familiar, but they feel that way, like I should know them... And besides that... It bothers me that one night I can dream of something normal and nice, and the next the people I dreamed of are ripped apart... I hate that, seeing it all the time...