Jigen leans against him and for a time they just breathe next to each other, the only disturbance being the occasional swig from the wine bottle. Eventually, reluctantly, Jigen passes the gun back to him.

"Sorry," he mumbles. "I had. You got your migraines, I just get nightmares. Sort of. They're not...not nightmares. That's a bad dream. These are the opposite." Dreams so good you suffered for their lack.