[ Hob's expression eases into a gentle smile, as well, his touch against Dream's arm practically tender, and then he lets go. ]

You're right, of course. And it's the same for me. You can tell me anything.

[ Hob just didn't know how to explain what happened. How confusing it was. How scared he felt. Wanting to call Dream for help but unable to make sense of his device without his eyes to see. It's not something he wants to dwell on. ]

Like, if you want another glass of that wine. I think I could go for another.