At least it was a dream, he thinks, and not a vision. (He hasn't had a vision since coming to Johto and in many ways, it's a relief - to dream normally, to dream without meaning, even if he doesn't dream that frequently at all, but it's also ... like something's not there. Like he can't feel that part of himself anymore. Like he's missing something. A limb. An arm.)

But he's not a stranger to your average nightmares. He's had his share of those too. So he nods, asks yet another question almost ... slowly.

"Think you can get some sleep after this?"

This being ... ice cream party or solemn conversation, or both. Or maybe just being in someone else's company for a while.