John pours him one and hands Sims the glass, smiling as Co accepts her due with eyes blissfully shut before twisting her head to gently catch Jon's fingertip in her beak, then releases him after her little greeting to go back to fussing over Bao.

"Yeah, me too." he admits, taking his seat again and reaching for his glass, staring into it for a second.

"I, uh--I met Tim."

He looks up, then raises a hand.

"And before you answer me? Just wanna say: I'm not mad, I'm asking 'cause it'd make me feel better if I'm right. That said...is it you? In my dreams, with all the eyes? Or is that my own brain just putting you in there 'cause we talked?"