[ It takes him a moment to realize that he hasn't even told the other man his name, either— his mind is too focused on what's happening around them, confusing and uncomfortable as dreams so often are... and yet somehow worse. He bites his lip, forces his attention back to the other again, tries to ignore the discomfort and strangeness pulsing in his veins. ]

Sunday? [ His voice feels faint. ] It's nice to meet you, although I suppose the circumstances could have been nicer. I'm— I'm Kaveh.

[ It doesn't feel like enough, though. He offers the other a smile, though compared to Sunday's poker face, Kaveh's struggle is written all over his expression. ]

Are you.. new to the resort? I don't think I've seen you around before.