I just rolled my eyes and cupped his face, pulling him closer and resting my forehead against his and pulling him into the nightmare. He tried to pull back but I tangled my hand in his hair, keeping him there.

It was a little hard to show him since his already fucked mind didn't help but he saw his final moments in the dream. His throat being ripped out, the pipe being shoved into his chest, ripping his heart into shreds. He even heard Nova's final words to him. My tears dripped down my cheeks and landed on his, shaking softly.

Slowly, I pulled away, my hands still cupping his cheeks and I stared at him, his eyes were closed and I felt his body shake softly.

"Griffin?"

I took my hand from his hair and gently brushed my fingers down his jaw, watching and waiting for him to react.