[He laughs, but it's mirthless. He mumbles something like "me too", and from herein mutters under his breath the things that he's writing.

Worth noting: his handwriting will continue to deteriorate, all punctuation and capitalization absent, and his thoughts only separated by new lines.]

You probably got overwhelmed - it happens to the best of them. But never from the front, with your arms open for it. You wouldn't let your guard down if you saw that shit coming. So how? And then-

[Thoughts cut off again, to shove the page at her.]

-they told me about the Shifters who could mess with your dreams. You suck at genjutsu. [There's a pause, and he stares blankly at the page. Sensing when she'd be almost done reading the other, he quickly writes again.] That's what it was, wasn't it? And it showed you your home. Suna. Maybe your family.

[Again, turning the page toward her.]