He lets Neil lead him, flicking off the light as he passes it, and all at once they're in the dark again. There's light from the windows, but as his eyes adjust the darkness still feels close to complete, and something clutches at him. Something between a dream and a memory. Something far too close to a nightmare.

"Not the bed," he says, his throat abruptly tight again. He feels faintly ridiculous. He also can't seem to help it. "I'm sorry, I just... I can't. Not yet." It still feels too much like a battleground.