[ It does take an extra second for his eyes to properly lock onto Mace's. Like they were unfocused and distant, like seeing was an afterthought to something else playing out in his mind. He's snapped back, though, and immediately attentive again.
Lifts his free hand to press it over the one Mace has on his cheek. ]
Yeah.
[ Breathy, but honest enough. He's here, he's with you. He knows where he is and he's getting over it, it was just... it fucking rattled him.
He searches Mace's expression for a deeper understanding, a more intimate knowledge of what's got him so fucked up, but he can't seem to pick it out of the rest of his expression. ]
Did you-- was that-- did you dream anything?
[ Are joint dreams a thing? Is that something that can be manipulated into being? Fuck, he doesn't know right off, but Mace has dried tears and busted knuckles. Must mean he dreamed something unusual too, right? ]
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Lifts his free hand to press it over the one Mace has on his cheek. ]
Yeah.
[ Breathy, but honest enough. He's here, he's with you. He knows where he is and he's getting over it, it was just... it fucking rattled him.
He searches Mace's expression for a deeper understanding, a more intimate knowledge of what's got him so fucked up, but he can't seem to pick it out of the rest of his expression. ]
Did you-- was that-- did you dream anything?
[ Are joint dreams a thing? Is that something that can be manipulated into being? Fuck, he doesn't know right off, but Mace has dried tears and busted knuckles. Must mean he dreamed something unusual too, right? ]