[A small sigh.] I don't know. I mean, I am fine, in the sense that I don't feel like I'm gonna just...break apart if someone touches me, which was kind of the worst case scenario.

[He's sitting on his bed, picking at his blanket where the fabric has pilled.] I guess mostly I'm just...sad it wasn't real. Maybe a little mad at myself for like...just getting into it and letting myself believe, you know?