( He pulls away enough to give him back some space but remains close enough to note the different shades of red surrounding every scratch. Someone's presence in a place like this, where loneliness begins to creep into Sunday's heart is where he keeps that focus.

The sensation is uncomfortable and he'd normally keep it at bay where he can control it. Away from his safe haven where everything is turning against him and others pull strings, is the worst thing that could happen. Not only that, he's also unable to guarantee Robin's safety above it all. )

I'm fine. In order to control this dream we must first control our minds, but I can't seem to do that... And it's scary, yes.

( He glances down at their hands, pulling over the other chair so he can sit closer to him, knee to knee. He holds onto his beaten up hand between their bodies, caressing his bones and flesh while he keeps sinking into a mass of guilt. He can't bring up the shadowy figure he saw, not when he barely knows how to handle it himself. )

What if I never get to control my own mind here and put you in danger again?