I guess we might. But some people do want to hear. There's this one asshole who'll show up with soup and crackers even when I tell him to go away.

[He flashes a smile across. Even if he's still feeling pissy about a couple of the 'truths' from earlier, he'd always rather take those than pretty lies. Truth's a brick wall and he's become far too used to running smack into it, lately. There's an odd addiction to taking those bruises.]

Crazy dreams, mostly. Sometimes nightmares. I don't sleep well.