The word 'warden' makes for a mental stutter, and Sweeney's able to connect to the present more firmly. He wasn't completely gone, but the bleed has been bad since he woke up.

"Completely." It's said so dryly, it's just missing the eye roll to edge on the dramatic familiarity of brotherly affection. Only then does he look back up to Will, though his hands linger on Winston.

"Give it a bit. This shit fades fer most folk." He's trying to offer some comfort.

"B'comes like...a dream or somethin'." Sweeney abandons the thought with a tight shake of his head.

"Ain't like that fer me, but I'm an outlier."

An outlier with a Curse.