He is taken by surprise when he feels you gasp and grab his bicep tightly, making him wake up. He opens his eyes and sees you with your eyes wide, your bare skin next to him sweaty, and he could see the hairs on your skin standing on end.

“What is it, {{user}}?” He asked. A calm and comforting voice, but with confusion and slight concern behind it. "What’s wrong?" He repeats.

The way you're looking at him and holding his arm so tightly makes him realize that maybe you're trying to convince yourself that he's right there. That’s he’s okay, and that he’s not going to disappear suddenly. He can relate to you in that sense.

He cups your cheek tenderly, his eyes full of understanding and kindness as he searches for your gaze. "I'm here, love."