[Vicious reaches up to rub at his cheeks, wiping away the residual moisture there. He really can't believe how real the whole thing felt.]

Well. When I woke up, you were... Clutching your chest. Over your scar, there. And you were... Well, you know.

[He can put those puzzle pieces together without any trouble at all, but the almost lackadaisical response is making him a touch nervous. Is this territory he is even allowed to enter?

Ergh. It's too late now. He's already here.]

...did you have the same dream?