[He can't imagine being that tired, knows he's privileged not to know that level of exhaustion. He wishes he could do more than empathize, but doesn't know how to explain to Gene the heavy tiredness he used to feel, like none of his limbs could possibly lift, like his limbs were made of lead.]
[It's not comparable, anyway. It's not the same.]
But here you can rest. So here you have nightmares.
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[He can't imagine being that tired, knows he's privileged not to know that level of exhaustion. He wishes he could do more than empathize, but doesn't know how to explain to Gene the heavy tiredness he used to feel, like none of his limbs could possibly lift, like his limbs were made of lead.]
[It's not comparable, anyway. It's not the same.]
But here you can rest. So here you have nightmares.
[He can imagine.]