He can see it on his face, the story of everything that he's feeling, what he experienced, and it's killing him that he can't take it away from him.
That he can't protect him from this, or this place.]
I know. That's what these things do. That's what they want, your...our fear. That's what this is.
But I'm here.
[He draws his thumb against the side of his face, against his chin, trying to comfort him, trying to prove to him that he's here, that by doing so he could chase everything the dream did away.
But he's part of those things that cause fear. And he hates it. Hates it, hates being part of it.
He pulls him in close instead, a hug but more than that, an embrace, really. He presses his forehead to his.]
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He can see it on his face, the story of everything that he's feeling, what he experienced, and it's killing him that he can't take it away from him.
That he can't protect him from this, or this place.]
I know. That's what these things do. That's what they want, your...our fear. That's what this is.
But I'm here.
[He draws his thumb against the side of his face, against his chin, trying to comfort him, trying to prove to him that he's here, that by doing so he could chase everything the dream did away.
But he's part of those things that cause fear. And he hates it. Hates it, hates being part of it.
He pulls him in close instead, a hug but more than that, an embrace, really. He presses his forehead to his.]
I'm sorry.