[He feels the dig and there's a half-grin. It's well deserved on both parts. He doesn't mind Dick side-stepping the comment because as far as he's concerned it's his own mess to figure out, but the made-up word gets a short laugh from him.]

Yeah. Anticipanxiety is a great way to describe it. [Someone will die tomorrow and he wonders what it was all for then. What did they go through that entire mess for if someone was bound to die anyway? He's not going to lie and say that maybe it won't happen. He trusts Dick to be a realist.] ...whatever happens this weekend, we'll figure something out. Pretty sure you're safe and I'm safe, but...[...something's sticking in his head but he doesn't want to verbalize it and bring down the mood.] Ever feel selfish for just wanting everything to stop for five minutes?

[A subject change is fine.]