"But that ain't," he starts to say, nearly cutting off Finch's words in the process as he shakes his head again and holds up a bit of a placating hand, "how dreams work, man, it ain't like I got things in my head climbin' out to try to waste you."

Yet? Though he's not entirely sure why it's okay when he suggests the scientists are doing it, but when it's of Finch's own volition, it's impossible.

It's not really occurring to him yet how delicate of a matter it is that he just kinda got himself witness to. Hell, it still hasn't entirely sunk in that they just experienced the same dream, he's having a hard time getting over that one.