"Okay," Spencer said uncertainly, and closed his eyes. Normally, he'd feel a little self-conscious, but these days he kind of took any opportunity there was to close his eyes. "The dream is -- frightening. Obviously. And I'm -- I can't do anything to stop it, I just stand there, and I'm. Helpless. Or something." He kind of wants to keep something to himself, but at the same time he wants Gabe to be able to fix him, so he closes his eyes a little tighter and admits, "And my old best friend's there, too, and I'm mad at him, for -- for the fight, and for getting in danger and stuff."
Real life? Spencer took in another breath of the herb and said, "And now, now I'm -- fuck, Gabe, I'm so tired. I don't know. I'm just tired. All the time."