[No, Amane definitely doesn't want to think about those handful of pills of his. And in those stretches of time within the Dream Sphere, those hours and days that aren't all that long in the real world, he doesn't have to-- those brief and glorious respites from reality were a blessing. He wasn't "that poor allergy guy" there... he was just a Dreamer, just like everyone else. Could anyone really blame him for wanting to keep those parts of his life separate?

And while it's true that Amane's condition couldn't be easily fixed with just medication alone, and part of his Dreamer pay has been going to helping foot those bills... that's not what rubs him the wrong way about what Shinsha had said. Granted, it was hard to tell what exactly was going on, what with these two refusing to be straight forward about sensitive subjects, but if he was understanding things right...]

So they kicked you out because you don't want to take a medication you don't even need? [Yeah, he's... actually a little quietly upset on your behalf right now, Shinsha, because what the fuck.] They should be grateful that you're just sneezing and not-- I dunno, having an asthma attack every time the season changes or something.

[It's no wonder Cinnabar was so grouchy in the Dream Sphere-- if Amane had to deal with something like that growing up, he wouldn't want to deal with others either. He picks through his popcorn idly, his free arm hugging his own Teki-Terra plushies closer to his stomach as he adds, in a mumble:]

I mean... I know my family would, at least.