[For a moment, he almost considers playing things off and going on his merry way. After all, the poor girl looked wiped out, and the last thing he wanted was to stick them in an awkward conversation when all she wanted to do was rest. He, of all people, knew how incredibly annoying that could be.

But then she gives him that smile and makes space for him to sit, and he follows suit, leaning his bike against the bench as he settles down next to her. He's quiet as he lets Junna sort through her thoughts, noting the flinch once she mentioned her ban from Dreaming, and... well, he can't blame her. After what just happened, he's sure any mention of Dreamer activities was bound to be awkward for her.

A small laugh escapes him (one that almost sounds natural) as he shakes his head, hoping to cut the tension a little.]

Lucky. I was stuck in a bed for a week after mine. Not that it really had anything to with the Disturbance, though...

[As Junna probably knew well enough, after visiting him in the hospital and all!! His laughter dies down as his expression sobers some, and his hands twist a little in the fabric of his pants.]

... If you don't wanna talk about it, though, that's fine. I'm sure there's tons of people who've bugged you about it already as it is. And I know how annoying that can be.

[Seriously, if he hadn't been recovering from heart surgery, he probably would have opted to hide out in the park too, so he really can't blame her. Still... the irony of that statement's not lost on him-- isn't that how they wound up in this situation to begin with? He's quiet for a moment or two more, before finally:]

But... if you do, I'm here to listen. [A beat, and then, with a slight, sheepish grin] Though I don't have any cookies to offer, unfortunately.