[there is a great deal here to process. siphoning Flynn's dismay aside, there's no avoiding the horrible imagery that's caused it, and while Blue's blood is filled with vigor, his head is filled with violence and viscera, meat and misery.
the nightmares...Blue had thought those were nightmares, but...it's real, isn't it? real enough that Flynn was there.
and Yuri...still is? that expression was Yuri's?]
I thought I...dreamed that place... [he withdraws his hands from Flynn's face, moving to grasp his wrists.] That's why...you were gone.
[he tugs, stepping backward, meaning to draw Flynn further inside.]
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the nightmares...Blue had thought those were nightmares, but...it's real, isn't it? real enough that Flynn was there.
and Yuri...still is? that expression was Yuri's?]
I thought I...dreamed that place... [he withdraws his hands from Flynn's face, moving to grasp his wrists.] That's why...you were gone.
[he tugs, stepping backward, meaning to draw Flynn further inside.]
Sit. Sit...before you drop.