He hadn't been listening, but it wasn't Mingyu's fault, and he snapped back to attention as he felt something smack him in the side of the head. Feigning a wince of pain far stronger than he actually felt, he shot an apologetic glance at Mingyu.

"Sorry. No. It's not - You're not dull. Sorry. I guess I've just been... rolling a lot of things over in my head."

He rubbed his temple where the pebble had struck, then frowned as he glanced back at the warm fire.

"I guess it just... all feels a lot more real, now, than it did. When it started. Like I was playing along with a dream only it really isn't."