[Annoyed/Confused] “Mason was frantically pounding at the door and just started saying a bunch of weird shit. I tried to get an explanation out of him, but he wouldn't listen so I tried to calm him down.”  

[Gasping Then Trying To Catch His Breath] "It's just a dream... Just... a dream.."

[Muttering under his breath] “Mason...What’s gotten into you?”

[Questioning/Serious] “Something isn’t right here... I hope we can just move past this.”  

[Angered] “No, you don’t get to talk right now! You are in my house so much, that I don’t have anything private anymore! You won’t let me use my computer, my TV, my phone, none of which you pay the bills for, because you’re scared of this nonexistent horror fan fiction you read! I just want to come home one day and not find my girlfriend with another man on the couch. I just want to come home and use the things I wish to use. I just want to live my life the way it’s meant to be lived. Without someone else forcing themselves into it!”