Maybe it was just a boring one.

[ He shrugs a bit and frowns, watching her. The hell is he supposed to say? It's been more and more clear they're not just dreams. Not after he woke up with a fucking prosthetic arm. ]

...not in this life. Or maybe it's some very elaborate collective madness. [ He side-eyes some party goers that had wandered a bit too close to the table. ] Maybe we should talk somewhere more private.

[ Surprisingly, he's not making a sex suggestion right now. ]