“I missed you, too,” Ben reassures again, still gently rubbing through his brother's hair. Everything does feel sort of like a fever dream; his vision's blurry at the edges, slowly but surely adapting to what's around them. The foyer, their shellshocked siblings, they're all significantly real and intensely distinct— each and every one of them.

It's somewhat overwhelming.

He shakes his head, pushes his fingers back and down, the tips of them resting lightly across Diego's nape. “Don't worry, I'm right here. Everything happening right now? It's real.”