[ The handkerchief once again gets him to pause, but this time it comes with a smile, however pained it might be. Break hesitates, but he grabs it, and he at least obediently uses it to mop up the blood around his mouth. Before he gets to his questions, he at least allows some softer words. They'd gotten caught up in the cough and somewhat lost in them, since in that moment of emotion, Break perhaps would have been more genuine. But now that he's regained his focus, it's filtered in the way that only Break really manages to turn something nice into something insulting. Even so, his voice is at least soft, if incredibly sad and tired for him. ]

Don't waste your energy on that, idiot.

[ But once he's done at least cleaning up the blood, he takes a deeper breath to steady himself. If someone were to walk in, it would probably be a bit odd, since Break is definitely just standing at his dresser with his eye closed, but luckily no one is up at this ungodly hour or reckless enough to try and come visit Break... ]

First of all, I want you to know that Sadie killed you, in case you didn't know. If she's there with you, please stab her in the foot for me, since the woman from my dream appeared and didn't let me.

[ FUCK YOU SADIE HE'LL GRUDGEWANK EVEN IF YOU'RE DEAD ]

Do you have any idea where you are?