[ Perhaps it's a good thing that teh dream won't allow him to get too suspicious of why someone who has no idea what's going on is here. That could break the setting of the memory. But he's straying from it a bit. Wondering what was her name, because it feels like he should know it. ]

Yeah, sure- [ Easily enough he moves - or rather is guided to - towards the nearest bench outside, sitting right next to the building wall. When he sits down it's with less grace than he would like it to, because- oh hi injuries. Now that he's facing her again though he extends his hand in an attempt to catch her by the wrist ] -sure I'll sit down with you.

[ Until a friend, or family with more muscle mass comes by and helps him get back to somewhere with a bed. And talking about beds- But that bullshit grin he gives her is as bullshity as ever ]

I'd even allow you to drag me to bed forcibly,- [ This is definitely not the smoothest jokes/flirt attempts of his. ] -that's probably where I should be right now.

[ The second part he adds quieter because it's technically truth. He'd fall asleep the moment he hits the bedding ]