[A half-hearted sigh and raised eyebrows, as he itches his temple with his middle knuckle.]

It might as well be one. Y'know? One of those... uh, stupid black-out dreams. Can't even remember it the next morning.

[Eh. He couldn't complain, not in the scope of things.]

Might as well make it as nice as we can, anyway. Most people like comfy nice dreams, right? Keep it from crossing into nightmare territory, you can find a little temporary joy in the mess of it all.