[Julian blinked at Izuku. There was no way he was about to admit that he'd been having a horrific off day and had spent the last eighteen hours curled up in a web under his bed in his dorm room, but there was at least some partial explanation he could offer up for not remembering the energy or hole in reality:] I was asleep. I thought this was a dream at first.

If you hit your head, you might have a concussion. We should probably find somewhere for you to rest for a bit.

[Have the flattest possible look. Walking around a beach with a concussion sounds like a great way to make a bad situation worse.]