He isn't expecting the sudden touch, and he looks up in surprise before realizing that oh, it's just the other man's hand on his shoulder. Although it's probably meant to be reassuring, the typewriter just stares awkwardly, unsure how to react to it. Is he...supposed to pat the other guy on the shoulder to? Was that what people did? Honestly, he doesn't know, and he didn't care, and he's just going to shake his head at the question.

"I..." He pauses, trying to think how to phrase it. "I just remembered something. Like that dream I had that woke me up. I was...talking to a boy." He realizes that he doesn't even know the boy's name, or why his dad wanted him to get him something. It was all very strange.