"Not really about me at the moment, buddy," he murmured in a reminder, letting his finger tips keep pressing small circles into Finn's scalp. He wanted to ask, about the nightmares. But that sort of thing... He knew he'd never really be able to admit how often he dreamed of the Finalizer. How often he felt the electricity spasm through him, the same question over and over. Then having it ripped out of his mind like it was nothing.

He'd never be able to admit it, not even to Finn. Maybe a little, maybe a hint, an offhand joke. But not how much it really haunted him. Not when Finn had saved him from the living nightmare - he couldn't admit that a peice of him was still in that chair. So he couldn't ask. He just held Finn tight, and hoped the relatively stable rythym of his heartbeat helped.

"You can think about yourself for once in your life, you know," he teased him quietly. "I just want to make sure you get what you need, right now."