"...Yeah, we do," he says slowly. "Sorry... not to derail, but... what do you mean in my universe?"

Persis keeps quiet this time, so apparently she is finally in agreement with his line of questioning. She crawls from one shoulder to the other. She feels nervous, he thinks. Probably because that's a big fucking implication right there, and he only just got used to 'we're dreaming'.

Instinctively he reaches up and cups his hand around her, stroking her head with the pad of his forefinger. She doesn't resist the gesture, which is weirdly comforting.