He smiles at her, slightly more genuine than he had been. Whoever she is, whether she's a figment of his imagination, something else entirely, or the person she really is claiming to be, he thinks he could appreciate her.

"That's what I'm hoping for," he says with a shrug. "What are the chances that, if we wish really hard, I could get ibuprofen?" He says it jokingly, already fairly certain of the answer.