[He knows there's supposedly meaning in dreams - whether it's occult or not is up for debate, to him. Psychological, maybe - the meaning's obvious to him. He's scared of losing Falco and he's scared of getting hurt. He's not sure how much control Falco always has in his large form... and he's sure he deserves punishment for what he's done.]

[If he died, it'd only be fair - even if it's not 'right' to some people.]

I'm... I'm fine. You don't have to - mm.

[He shuts up as Falco wipes at his forehead and goes quiet for a few long moments. He makes a soft noise in the back of his throat as Falco finishes and huffs in laughter - even if it hurts.]

Ironic, that I'd be a good thing for you. You know I'm bad news.

[He swallows thickly and leans in to press his head against his friend's.]

I'm not... I'm not okay in the head. You... you know that, right? I'm prone to anger, coldness... hallucinations... I'm a mess...