He lets them play it out. Doesn't offer suggestions, doesn't divert the thread of conversation. This is taking too long. This wasn't supposed to be permanent. This is starting to become untenable. All things that would have been obvious - if any of them expected to make it half this far.

If any of them expected it to be a problem, which none of them had.

"I guess that's what it comes down to," he says, finally. "What...course of action you'd feel best taking."

A moment. He watches the fire, watches the ghostly silhouettes of other dreamers, of other sharers, doubtless caught in their own loops of shock, of dismay, of humiliation.

"Whatever that ends up being - you don't have to decide now. And you know I'm still gonna be here, no matter what you figure."