_{[ He slid his fingers through the silver hair, petting the elf quietly. It grounded him, reminded him he was no longer dreaming - and wasn't that a trip? He thought he was over those sort of slightly paranoid filled illusions, but he supposed not. His lips quirk at the feeling of the rumble, tilting his head to press his nose against Fenris' scalp, humming as his scent filled his nose. ]}

Yeah, I don't like the thought of being alone either. Or you being alone. I'm sorry that I left you alone, especially with what happened.