Bradley talks in his sleep almost every night but most of the time it’s incomprehensible mumbling (when it’s not it’s fucking hilarious but that’s a different story) so I have fake conversations with him that go like this:
Izzy: Yes dear?
I: Oh I think so too.
I: Yeah we can totally do that!
I: I love you.
B: I love YOU!
The only thing he can communicate with me while asleep is love, and it gets me every time.