He tried to get as much as he could but his hours were more about providing comfort to Kian, who was walking around in a complete daze, than wasting time sleeping. Even at four in the morning. At the moment, he was cradling his lover, murmuring nothings, a mix of Ancient and English he wanted to be soothing. Kian had woken with a shout, a clear distinct, "no!" then had quickly burrowed into Regan's embrace. "More dreams?" "Nightmares. I don't know. Flashes of things. Darach mostly, and he's drowning, struggling, and I try to reach him but I can't." "Are you actually there? Is this some kind of connection you have?" It was a relevant question. Regan didn't fully understand the link between Kian and his friend in the Otherworld. He knew Darach existed just a side step from this world, and Kian had said they were blood bonded, although what that meant he wasn't entirely sure. In his job, he had always taken a lot of things on faith; not knowing where the Nameless, or Eicio as Kian called them, went was the big one.
