[He doesn't want to look back at him, right now. He made him flinch, and even as those kind fingers reach for him and he lets himself reach to take them back, the rest of his body only hunches further.]
I'm okay. It was just a nightmare.
[But his voice is strained, he's still breathing hard, and it still hurts like he's in the moment. How powerful... He really thought he was there. He couldn't see past it at all. The hand not holding onto Dextera's makes a fist against his forehead, and he tries to chase it away. It was just a nightmare, so why is he still feeling this panic?]
I thought you— [An attempt at an explanation, for Dextera's sake, is more difficult than he thought. The words catch audibly in his throat, and he struggles to find the rest of his sentence.] I couldn't protect you.
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I'm okay. It was just a nightmare.
[But his voice is strained, he's still breathing hard, and it still hurts like he's in the moment. How powerful... He really thought he was there. He couldn't see past it at all. The hand not holding onto Dextera's makes a fist against his forehead, and he tries to chase it away. It was just a nightmare, so why is he still feeling this panic?]
I thought you— [An attempt at an explanation, for Dextera's sake, is more difficult than he thought. The words catch audibly in his throat, and he struggles to find the rest of his sentence.] I couldn't protect you.
[That's the best he can get out right now.]