Oh - okay. Okay. I'll be quiet.

[whispered,]

Hi.

[smiles a little, shifting so he can run a hand through his hair to make it less messy]

If I have bedhead you're not allowed to judge.

Well. We might make an exception in that case.

[trying not to sound flustered as he says that, before he nods]

Yeah, I did. How about you?

Speaking of no judgment, you could absolutely go for a nap and I wouldn't mind.

I could try!

[scoots his way as well]

Sounds good to me. We can just chill for a while.

Yeah.

[leans into his shoulder]

Now I've gotta get a nicer bed so you can come over next time.

Nope. I'm going to wait until I can spoil you.

Only if I get to help you the next time you ask her for something!

Soooo trapped.

[after a moment:]

Talk about...? Oh! Oh, right, we were going to talk about the visions. Are you still up for listening or did you want to wake up a little bit more?

They worry me a little...? But mostly in the way where it's like, worrying about whether someone else will be okay. Like watching a really stressful - I guess movie isn't the right word. Documentary...?

[hesitating for a moment, more in thought than anything else, before he nods]

It's a weird story and I don't really have all the answers yet. Also, pancakes sound great. I can give you a hand while I explain, maybe?

...I could ask a lot of questions about the logistics of that but I think maybe I shouldn't! Anyways. Pancakes.

[gives an overdramatic groan as a joke before pushing himself up]

You ready?