The hand is a gentle weight on his shoulder, and if he were awake, it might be grounding. Instead, it's another dreamy impression, tied to a person who isn't even here.

"No..." Jeff shakes his head, then smiles weakly, because of course Mike would say that. "I should've told you months ago. I wish-- I wish I had, you know." He looks out ahead as they walk, fingers fidgeting, tugging at his hair. "There's something in my head, man."