Basically it was just nightmares, only we could see each other's nightmares. Which was, y'know, awesome.

[Jaime doesn't go the teenage sarcasm route as often as he could, but his voice is just dripping with it now. To be honest, it's another layer between him and everything that he'd dreamed about. It's easier just to express the age-old irritation at everything they've been exposed to.]

Superman came to mine for a while. And in mine, I was, uh -- evil? [He stirs his straw in his smoothie once, clockwise.] My suit can produce Kryptonite, and I used it against him. And then he went evil.

[He sounds a little disgruntled about it, as if Superman should take him having Kryptonite in stride because Jaime took all the violence Superman committed in stride. How dare people have different reactions than him?]

Anyway, point being, he wasn't too happy about me having Kryptonite after we woke up.