[ Kieren's stood frozen, looking like a deer in the headlights, and swallowing thickly at the questions. For a long time, he doesn't answer. He's not sure how, where to even start explaining any of this.

Sleepwalking almost makes him want to laugh. Yeah, what a laugh that'll be. Sleepwalking, and then killing people in their sleep until someone screams and people wake up and someone shoots him dead. But no, it's not the reason.

And sure, yeah. There's nightmares. Plenty of them, each one just as gory and vivid as the one before. He might not have neurotriptyline to keep his brain cells from regenerating, but they seem to be doing that just fine for whatever reason. But that's definitely not the reason, either. ]

I— I was gonna deal with it at my own place, but I'm stuck here, so— [ This is literally the best option. ] Listen, I... I know this sounds stupid, or mental, but— I can't be out there, with the others. This is better.