Nightmare hisses as he jumps inside, shaking off his soaked tentacles. "I told you it would rain." "Oh shut up, Reaper." Reaper tosses a towel to him, not moving from his spot on the couch. "Why are you still doing this? It's been... how many years?" "Three years, 359 days." Reaper shakes his head. "Come on dude... You need to just... drop it. He's gone, alright? Never coming back." He stands up, snatching the now damp towel from him. "Now go get some sleep. And take a break from searching. Maybe go to a park tomorrow. Or whatever you like to do..." "....whatever." Reaper sighs, thankful he didn't explode. "I'm just worried about you. Your the only one searching anymore... and I know you care about him... but it's time to let him go.." He softly pats Nightmare's goopy skull before walking up the stairs. "Reap... Wait..." Reaper looks over his shoulder, his eyebrow raised. "...thank you..." "Heh... no problem, bro."
