He listened, accepting the bottle of water mechanically because it was offered though he only held it in his lap while she spoke. The sense of exhaustion was one he knew all too well...trying desperately to find or finish something as if the world would end if he didn't and yet being unable to either do so or stop himself from continuing in trying. A self-perpetuating machine of misery in his dream.
"It does." He offered in response to her implied question though it wasn't really necessary.
Her other dream, tinged with lose and pain, resonated all the more with him. The sense that they were going to lose, whatever happened they were going to lose was too strong to ignore.
"Have you spoken to anyone? Your brother, your father, anyone about this?"