[Oh. Maes. Keith can feel a pang in his own chest at that. Somehow despite the terror in his own waking nightmare, he thinks a happier memory like that being played out as a hallucination would hurt so much worse.
He reaches out a hand to settle against the other man's arm, gripping gently. He almost hates to say it, as he glances back towards the kitchen.]
No one's in there.
[There's no one and nothing to run to. And he's sorry there isn't. But well memories being what they are...] How old is your daughter?
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He reaches out a hand to settle against the other man's arm, gripping gently. He almost hates to say it, as he glances back towards the kitchen.]
No one's in there.
[There's no one and nothing to run to. And he's sorry there isn't. But well memories being what they are...] How old is your daughter?
[Maybe talking about it will ground it somehow.]