“Time to sleep,” Jon echoes, wistfully. “That does sound lovely.” Perhaps that’s an odd opinion coming from a man who recently woke from seven months in stasis, but there’s a difference between a coma and actual rest. Jon hasn’t had much of the latter, thanks to the series of nightmares he’s collected on behalf of Beholding.

“Heights? I’m - erm, they’re fine,” he answers, following Murmur to deposit his empty cup in the nearby bin. Not his favorite, especially after that incident with Mike Crew, but they don’t terrify him an abnormal amount - just a healthy amount. He wonders what Murmur could be intending to show him that has to do with heights. A rooftop view from the top of a tall building, perhaps, or the landscape from a higher elevation, accessed by a hiking trail?

“Well - as long as no one’s trying to push me off something high up,” he adds, with a dry chuckle. A joke, but not really.