I know it doesn't, but— you can do something about it when you're awake. Remind yourself that they're memories.

[ He lets her pull away, hands dropping to his lap. He flounders a little, wishes he had some magic remedy that would erase the shit the two of them were dragged through. Make things instantly better.

No such thing exists, yet, he knows. Which is a shame. ]

... Might help if you stopped trying to shove it all away.