"Uh," Roxy replied, because uh. "Maybe your dream is like, tryin' to sneakily get you aware towards somethin'? Like your REM is seizin' on the opportunity to digest and cushion your brain for some serious traumatic impact." Shit, Sollux was under twenty five: him getting blinded was going to fuck him up for the rest of his life.

Roxy shoved the thoughts aside, focusing on squeezing him tightly into her embrace. For now, she could keep him safe, and that was all that mattered.

"Just gettin' my hug up on a bro. No hetero." Sollux had at least managed to find her neck, so Roxy buried her face against the other side of his, making them roughly symmetrical. For once, she was glad she was too tired to cry: no need to go blubbering on him when he had just woken up. Nonetheless, she took a deep breath in and gave him another little squeeze. "Fuck. I've missed you, Lux."