He set his jaw and refused to lower his head. Yes, he always had the nightmares, but they had gotten worse lately. He wondered if he needed to brave going to the clinic and see if the Dream Width had left some sort of mark on his mind, but he always got cold feet standing outside the building. Can't always ask Okuyasu to punch him through the door...

"Maybe it's just me and my experience with cops and such, but I dunno how the Curti Center people might look at somethin' like a nightmare forcing an Asterisk on ya might go. Sounds wary, I guess, but there's too much we don't know about our hosts just yet. If it gets bad somehow, maybe Futaba can take a look at it and figure somethin' out. I think she's itching to pick at these tablets and learn more about it." Which meant she'd be without her iMog if something went wrong.

He was about to suggest that maybe he invite Futaba over so it's safest with all of them here in one spot, but his face flushed with the suggestion of her own.

"S-stay? H-here?" He cast a look over the bed. It was plenty big enough for her. He could always camp out on the floor. As off-guard as the suggestion caught him, it... it wasn't a half-bad idea to maybe have some company. He'd probably sleep better.

"Wh-why would I be opposed? Th-there's nothin' wrong with crashin' at a friend's place!"