"You think I wanted to fucking drop -" he begins to override her hotly, but the new voice, saturated in exhausted relief, cuts cleanly across them both. And there they both are, it's a bloody tearful reunion and it's all very heartwarming, and Rush folds his arms across his thin chest and looks out at the darkened patches between trees and tries to force the sensation of waking upon his mind.

Still nothing. There ought to be a seminar.

"You realize he isn't real?" he asks dully, lifting one finger from his hand's entirely-too-insecure grip around the opposite elbow. "It's important to me that you realize this."