Matt shook his head. "No, I don't remember any dreams. I mean, I've remembered dreams in the past, but today I didn't. Have you ever had any recurring ones?" As usual no matter what he leaned into having conversation and being curious about her. Somehow for how often they talk, he still isn't tired of it. He still enjoyed hearing what she had to say and her thoughts on things. He wanted to know about important life matters like her dad and her take on her schooling, and he wanted to know silly, more irreverent things like what were her favorite instant noodles and what recurring dreams she'd had.

"Wow." If the sun was already setting, they had indeed been knocked out for a fair number of hours. No wonder he felt so much more rested. "I'm not sure I've ever napped all day. Well, most of the day." A part of him felt lazy, and his hand automatically went for his phone to check in with Kirsten out of habit. He knew he'd had a long night and a serious injury, but old habits died hard. "I don't even have a neck crick. That's a really nice sofa." As they made their way to the kitchen he pulled a playful face and asked, "Why, what's wrong with my face? I don't have drool on it, do I?" He reached up a hand and, thankfully, he didn't feel anything in his beard.