"It's not -- " Dylan starts, stops. Okay, maybe some of it is his perpetual fear that the people he loves will, in one way or another, leave him. It's also infinitely more complicated than that at this point, however -- or so he thinks -- and so, he shakes his head.

"Part of the shit that went down, recently, kinda -- " Oh, how to explain? " -- we're all connected, now." He rakes his tongue over his teeth again, then reaches out to her, mentally, using her hand on his chest as an anchor. Like this. Permanantly.