"What are you gonna do with it?" Hey, it's his dead thing, he thinks he deserves to know. But then Nick is asking if he's alright again and Kavinsky resists the urge to pull away.

"I'm fine," he insists. "This isn't even the first time it's happened here. Shit happens. It's a consequence of the whole-- thing." He gestures vaguely, trying to remember what, exactly, he's said to Nick. My dreams are real.