[The hum that escapes him is... uncertain. Like he doesn't quite believe that. But... he can figure out a way around it without outright accusing him of not being okay.]
Can I... ask you something about it? The nightmare.
[He leans into the petting, closing his eyes for now. This is nice. Very nice. But... he can't pretend he doesn't have questions.]
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Date: 2023-02-23 10:13 am (UTC)Can I... ask you something about it? The nightmare.
[He leans into the petting, closing his eyes for now. This is nice. Very nice. But... he can't pretend he doesn't have questions.]
Because... I, ah. I had one, too.