Handy had so many questions to ask about that. His mouth opened and closed several times trying to give word to his thoughts, but in the end he just... didn't. He was exhausted and just... he needed to rest. "Is... is it all in my head?" he asked as he was seated against the tree, with his knees drawn up, cradling his head in his hands. Normally he would never dream of allowing himself to be caught in such a position by anyone, but he had long since run out of fucks to give in that regard. "Was that real? Was any of that real?"