[Jokes on you, Warren. He's great at dwelling. He's actually a pro at it!]

I mean I guess I am?

[He rubs at the back of his neck.]

This could be like in the movies. You know, your life flashes before your eyes right before you die? Maybe I'm still bleeding out after being shot. Maybe instead of my life flashing before my eyes I've imagined us here in this place and you're not even real.

[A bit of panic bubbles up in him, he reaches out, hand grasping at Warren's arm, squeezing a little.]

You feel real, Warren. I just want to believe you are, that some how we're okay. Yeah?

[It's crazy, it's insane, but maybe they're allowed to be a little insane.]