[ His brow creases further, heart aching as he starts to worry that he's actually overdone it. It doesn't matter that he wasn't himself. ]

I...you had the same dream? With me, and a shipwreck, and...tentacles?

[ He's so red as he says it, still cradling Sylvain, trying not to tremble at the admission. ]

I think that was my fault. I -- it's something I've fantasized about. I had no idea it would manifest anywhere outside private thoughts.

[ And...he feels like he took advantage of Sylvain. That in the dream, he wanted to take advantage. That it felt so good scares him. ]