"...I was exhausted." The fact that he does not meet Bruce's gaze when he says that and blushes enough to be seen with dark vision undermines that statement immediately.

"Anyway. I probably won't get back to sleep, after - that." There are times he can cling to the dream long enough to write some of it down, but all he's left with now is a sense of bleak foreboding, echoes of existential heartbreak and a split lip.

Still... "Do you have any blank journals?"