[Merle opens his eyes at the sound of the voice. Oh, cool, Barry's here. Happy to see the guy -- cause hey, everyone loves Barry -- Merle pats the grass down beside him, inviting the jeans man to chill.]

Does it matter? It's a nice night, probably a Friday somewhere, and I'm half sure I'm asleep. I just hope this dream isn't about to turn into something I would have to keep a secret until I kick.

['Cause that would be awkward. He's pretty sure the person with the most to lose in that sort of situation is himself, who can't keep a secret to save his life and is planning on keeping contact with Lup and Barry, should home not get eaten by a vore king.]