He rubbed his face with his unhurt hand, and when she drew close he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer. His head turned to lay on her shoulder, and once he had her close he felt his hammering pulse finally slow, the terror of his nightmare fading. "Just a dream," he repeated after her, taking solace in her voice and her warmth. When she asked he drew back a little and rubbed his face again, scratching lightly at the stubble on his jaw. He swept his hand back through his hair and cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"I, uh... had a nightmare about Oliver," he said quietly. "About fighting in the woods. Fighting the Vanguard. You had been hurt, I was trying to reach you." He shook his head a little and looked at the far wall, then at her. "I couldn't do anything to stop it. Nothing at all." He leaned back into her, eyes closing, allowing one last shaky breath to leave him. "Whatever happens, don't leave my side. Stay close to me. Okay?"