He hadn't actually died in his dream, though it was a near thing. He had been worried that dying in the dream meant dying in the waking world, but that didn't seem to be the case. It was a small comfort, because he had a feeling the fact his dream self didn't die meant he had a lot more hell to go through.
"It was quite distressing." He was clearly still distressed. He would probably be out of sorts about it for a while. Being hanged wasn't something that could be swept under the rug. But he also didn't want it to consume him in his real life.
He tried to tell himself it was just a dream, but that was a hard sell given the very physical reminders he was left with.
He sighed and shook his head. "But how are you? I feel like it's been a while since we had a chance to catch up."