[That manages to get a little smile out of him, sharp and dangerous, like barbed wire.]

You called it 'junk science'. [But he takes the tea gratefully, despite having already drank quite a bit of liquid. He's dehydrated, he feels like shit, and this is better than anything else he could be handed right about now.]

It's a real place, but it's also not. Like, if you were in my world, you could go there yourself, but I can go there when I'm asleep. I can shape it, do whatever I want. I don't get- what, alien invasions or zombies or whatever it is you guys dream about. [He shrugs.] Just there.