[It's not as if he has expectations for Jack to magically wish it all away. The company itself is just enough, just preferring not to be alone. It's a distraction more than anything, thoughts looming over the subject of his nightmares. Those he doesn't forget, namely because they consist of memories, events that happened, that won't go away simply because he opened his eyes.]
See, that's why you really shouldn't sleep in trees, Jack. I mean, come on.
[He tries to offer a bit of a smile but it's faint and quickly dissipates. Hand rising to rub at his own forehead, he sighs quietly as he contemplates his words. Opens his mouth to say them before shutting it again, reconsidering. He doesn't want to bring it up, not really. But it tugs at him continuously, the night always rushing those memories back into the core of his mind.
Swallowing hard, gazing at the ceiling, he speaks quietly.] I keep dreaming of the day my dad died.
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See, that's why you really shouldn't sleep in trees, Jack. I mean, come on.
[He tries to offer a bit of a smile but it's faint and quickly dissipates. Hand rising to rub at his own forehead, he sighs quietly as he contemplates his words. Opens his mouth to say them before shutting it again, reconsidering. He doesn't want to bring it up, not really. But it tugs at him continuously, the night always rushing those memories back into the core of his mind.
Swallowing hard, gazing at the ceiling, he speaks quietly.] I keep dreaming of the day my dad died.