Well, Brainy talks a lot of bullshit. [At least they can agree on that. Dixon's taken to just avoiding Brainy, which is easy now that Brainy's in the mirror. There's only so many times you can feel like the only idiot in the room who isn't able to follow the conversation before you just want to go find a squirrel to antagonize to get the drinking shield activated.] But if it shows you what you want to see just try telling me that ain't you in that picture.

[There's a flicker of uncertainty over Dixon's face as he says that, because if he had been on the receiving end that would be hurtful. The subtext would be "so what did you do to fuck it up?". Dixon imagines his heart's desire would bear similar fruit but he has a tangle of regret and bad decisions choking off the vine, a tangle that chokes him up just to think about, much less talk about.]

Go take a fucking bath and a nap. You need it whether you think you do or not.