[He sits down heavily on the bed, then takes a moment to relish the feel of the soft mattress beneath him. Even the simplest things need to be appreciated right now. He'd like to go straight to sleep, but he knows Jean's still expecting answers and he can't give him any. He doesn't remember anything but a few nightmareish images that are likely figments of his imagination. They must be.
He starts shaking his head again. Shaking it at the question and at the way his body's trembling, and at the way his thoughts are racing through his head. He wants to keep his composure, but now that he's home and Jean's standing right in front of him, he gets the feeling he might break down into a pathetic mess.]
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He starts shaking his head again. Shaking it at the question and at the way his body's trembling, and at the way his thoughts are racing through his head. He wants to keep his composure, but now that he's home and Jean's standing right in front of him, he gets the feeling he might break down into a pathetic mess.]