He shifts to look up at me, and I give him what's basically an embarrassed smile. I don't -- don't know what he sees, when he looks at me with that expression on his face, and it's intimidating sometimes. He touches my face, then eventually speaks.

This isn't one of those big and scary but simple things that can be fixed by beating a monster, or standing firm against someone being a jerk, or yelling at someone to do the right thing.

This is big, scary, and complicated, and he can't even tell me. Not really. I'd ask him about seeing a counsellor if said counsellor wouldn't ship him off to psychiatric hospital for his 'delusions' the moment he started talking.

"It makes sense that waking up suddenly human would be confusing," I offer tentatively. I'm not even sure if this is it. But I have to try. Have to reach out my hand to him. "Especially after what happened when we thought it was all over."