Part of him feels like he's going stir-crazy, there's too much going on in his head and not enough at the same time, and the ghosts here are so fucked up he can't ignore them as well. Especially not after getting used to the Hosts that he'd seen in Hadriel. Awful, but somehow a little less horrifying since they weren't really human. Most of the ghosts here are human, but they're shattered and glitchy and wrong. And somehow they still know his name.

When he wakes up from another nightmare to the sound of his own voice whimpering, sits up with a yelp and then slaps his hand over his face, goes still as he hears Ben or Diego shift in their beds, holding his breath, he knows he has to do something. It's dark and he's alone and he's fucking up his brothers' sleep and he doesn't think either of them would be happy to have him in their bed right now. So he slides out of his bunk and slips on his sandals, heads out the door and down the hallway.

Shirtless, in just a pair of pink knee-length sweatpants and his sandals, he knocks on Julie's door, then leans against the wall, eyes half-closed, running his hand back through his hair.