"We are," Nikolai agreed to this, and he bobbed his head and then glanced up at the sky. It was dark, a velvety cloak, sprinkled with twinkling, glowing little stars as they winked in the night sky. Definitely night.
"Your head?" A little slightky off-kilter giggle slipped through his lips then. "I'm not in your head. You're head. His head. He thinks I'm in his head," he said, slightly to the side, as if there was someone there. There was no one there.
"I'm not in your head. You're bleeding. You know?"