[ And Aerith's right; Minato does recall there's never been a fee for crashing on Aerith's couch. He doesn't actually mind, but the fact that Aerith's pointing out that he's been acting a little odd does make him frown. She's cornering him, albeit playfully. He's familiar with that tactic of hers, but he plays along anyways. ]

I... kept seeing things around town. I don't remember any of them, but it's like I've seen them in a dream before.

[ There's a brief pause as he collects his thoughts, as though using a pair of fragile tweezers to arrange them into place. ]

Seeing them made me feel like something terrible was going to happen. ...and then I had a bad dream, that's all.

[ His gaze is distant, clouded, as he tries to recall the details. ]

I was on a rooftop, but I don't... remember why, or what I was doing there.

[ It's probably the most sentences he's said at once to Aerith. He's trying to remember, trying to really remember because Aerith's the one asking. The details are all hazy though, like shadows blending into each other.

He raises a hand, brushing his fingertips against his right temple. ]

My head hurt here all day too. ...it's gone now though.

[ Another pause. ]

You're not going to tell Sha-Ming, are you?

[ He knows how much his brother worries about him. ]