It's hard, to work through this with her. Sharing a narrow bed and wishing he could feel her bare skin under his fingers as he runs them up and down her arm and forces himself to maintain eye contact.

"If I just-- if I wake up normal, I feel like I wasted your time." Time she could have spent cracking the mystery of this place and instead she had to help him fucking eat and take showers and not fall on his face every two minutes. Now that it's been hours, he thinks what happened to Alex and Bobbie is now happening to him. A horrorshow, but a temporary one, and now it's just... wearing off like a bad cold. But people get sick, and people who care for them take care while they aren't themselves. He knows it doesn't mean he's weak, though he'd felt it enough recently. He just doesn't want her to ever resent him for needing her like this. "...Sorry. It's stupid."