"I've got pills for that," he admits. "Shit that keeps me from dreaming."

They don't always work, but he doesn't say that. He wonders if that has something to do with him, if he made that flaw without realizing it. He's never tried to fix it. Better hit or miss than something that doesn't work at all.

He relaxes beneath the kisses.

"Just-- stay here. Sometimes it's better. Sometimes it helps."