"Oh." He feels strangely sleepy. Weird to feel that while he's already asleep. He shifts back, extricating himself from her, a bit reluctantly, so he can face her. "Okay. Yeah, that'd be nice. When you can."

He finds himself unable to hold eye contact, and averts his eyes downward, picking thoughtfully at the grass. A monarch butterfly lands delicately on his hand and he holds still, smiling down at it. It seems real - everything about this seems real. He's still not sure he can really get his head around what she even is.

"Can I ask..." He hesitates, wondering if it's rude. This is not conversational territory he's familiar with. "Did someone... build you, or... like, where do you come from?" He shrugs haplessly. The butterfly flutters away from his hand and he lifts it to run his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry, this is all really strange to me."