[ okay, well! odin is okay with sharing a bed but he's not going to say that. he's just going to... stare at archie, then at the bed, then at archie, then at the bed. then at mightyena, because hi, buddy.

and then he'll get sad because maybe he made archie uncomfortable by offering the dream stuff. cool! cool cool cool. ]

Okay. I get it. [ he runs his hand over his neck. he's getting a headache. it reaches a point, for him, where he fucks up so many times in one conversation that he feels less anxious about it and more just short-tempered with himself for being so fucking insanely stupid and awkward all the god damn time. that sort of irritable attitude is where he's at now. ] If you change your mind, I'll be here for you. Otherwise, if you have a bad dream, tonight or some point in the future, wake me so we can talk about it. Or - if you don't like talking about it, we can just hug? Or play games or talk about something else or listen to music or... I don't know. These are stupid suggestions based on the idea that you wanna hang out with anyone when you're shaken up by a nightmare, which is stupid, because of course you don't, I never do either. Ugh. [ he shakes his head. ]

Just come to bed. Okay? We'll share. It's fine.