[ The soft laugh that pulls from Gunmax is leagues better than anything else Deckerd could have gotten. He cycles his optics and leans back a little as he's pulled to his feet. ]

We're gonna talk about it, Deckerd. Just not today.

[ He's too tired for it today. Which is also why he's not fighting the way Deckerd guides him back to the bed. But worry does briefly flicker across his expression. He squeezes Deckerd's hands gently as he follows. ]

I do. I want you to stay. I just--

[ He swallows and cycles his optics again. ]

I have nightmares. Frequently. As a warning.

[ Not asking Deckerd to leave. Not trying to scare him off. Just... letting him know. ]