The sincerity, the vulnerability, is another hitch back into reality; it tugs and twist in his chest, and before he knows it he's reached up to cup Bruce's cheek.

"No." He still wakes up, every now and then, expecting to see Evandrin at his side. This time... "You weren't there, in the dream, but I think I knew you were in danger - "

He stops, pulling his hand back and shaking his head, heedless of the blood smearing onto Bruce's skin. "It doesn't matter."

It's the same old anxiety, he dreams of losing people all the time, and the rest of the details are slipping away from him.

It matters far more than he thinks. Don't tell him so. It's the first time Asmodeus has interrupted in a good while, and he's sounding...oddly fascinated.