Right; I think I could have done without the enlightenment, [he mutters, already feeling tired again just thinking about this dream. The knowledge that his feelings for Viktor cross the lines of possibility into other versions of themselves is— well, he likes that on principle. Mostly, it was the other things.

Why did he cut off his hand, for example... Well, baby steps. He kisses him again, purely for the feeling of it being- not so desperate, the way it was at the end of the dream. Mm.]

Alright. [Hm, all of those do make him feel better, actually. He doesn't need to press.] It's not every day I wake up to you crying. If you're sure you're okay, then— good.

[He does not ask, hey, about the lobotomy? because why would his Viktor, who has emotions all the time without a problem, do that thing. Ridiculous. Wouldn't ever happen.]