[He deposits the soggy clothes into the plastic bag she gives to him, but he stops short as she makes that offer. Logically, he probably should head back, and hope that being in familiar territory would snap him out of his dream, but--

His hand twists a little in his shirt, his mouth moving before his brain can intercept it.]

I'd rather stay here, actually.

[It takes him a moment to realize what he just said, and he shakes his head a little, frowning.]

I-I mean-- you've been through a lot already, and I'd be more comfortable if you rested up and took care of yourself instead of making yourself go out there for my sake. Besides, this is a dream, so-- I don't think it's going to matter if I'm here or at home when I wake up. I just...

[And he straightens his shoulders some, mouth setting in a straight line.]

I want to be here if you wind up needing anything else. If... you want me to be, anyway.