[ The touch to his wrist brings him out of his brief stint of wondering, familiar and grounding. His pulse throbs under Ian's curled fingers, and it's almost some kind of a reminder to his own subconscious, or from it.
He feels an echoing surge of protectiveness that he's not sure is entirely due to the words tumbling out of Ian's mouth, but the sound of them has him consoling him in a manner that's instinctive. ]
Shh, hey. It's okay. We're okay.
[ It was just a dream, he's about to add on, but the way it's rattled Ian (and himself, judging by the goddamn tears on his face — fuck, he can't remember the last time he cried while awake, forget in his sleep) ... he doesn't want to attach the word "just" to it.
He sits right next to where Ian's pulling himself into a seated position, Mace's legs bent at a strange, half-fold underneath him as he does so. Almost cross-legged, except one knee is drawn up. Brings his other hand up and cups Ian's face properly, now, a thumb swiping underneath his eyes gently as he leans in to try and look into them. Gauge where Ian's mind is at. ]
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He feels an echoing surge of protectiveness that he's not sure is entirely due to the words tumbling out of Ian's mouth, but the sound of them has him consoling him in a manner that's instinctive. ]
Shh, hey. It's okay. We're okay.
[ It was just a dream, he's about to add on, but the way it's rattled Ian (and himself, judging by the goddamn tears on his face — fuck, he can't remember the last time he cried while awake, forget in his sleep) ... he doesn't want to attach the word "just" to it.
He sits right next to where Ian's pulling himself into a seated position, Mace's legs bent at a strange, half-fold underneath him as he does so. Almost cross-legged, except one knee is drawn up. Brings his other hand up and cups Ian's face properly, now, a thumb swiping underneath his eyes gently as he leans in to try and look into them. Gauge where Ian's mind is at. ]
You with me?