[ Winston definitely senses what Percy wants and you know what? He's willing to oblige. He'll take a few steps forward before flopping into Percy's lap, tail beating against the floor happily. What a good dog. ]

It's more like... my subconscious likes to chew up everything I see and spit something out. I have a long list of terrors waiting to come out, if given the chance.

[ Which is why he sleeps with a monster, he'd say after that. How can he be scared when the most terrifying thing around is in his bed? He's moving onto oranges next, peeling them carefully and looking at ease as he goes. He'll grin slightly after he says that, feeling exhaustion creep regardless. ]

It's a scary place, my head. Worse than any murder competition. So, we should probably talk about something else.