"Still tired..."

The words are a lazy sort of mumble, hand coming up to gently touch at his head. It doesn't hurt, thankfully. But he feels... strange. Numb, maybe.

Taking a moment to close his eyes, he lays there like that for a second or two before he slowly lets them open and he stares back up to the ceiling before he lets himself look over to Peter there beside him. His movements are all lazy and tired.

"I kept seeing things... memories. Regrets. It was weird."