[Watching it for a moment -- frowning only because he can't place the memory, not because he dislikes what he's seeing]
[That, at least, is enough to snap him out of his constant spiraling, more confused than anything else, and trying to figure it out...] [The hand on Dorian's hip shifts, settles at the small of his back, pulling him in closer, somewhat protectively]
Is this... some kind of Fade crap? [And hey, at least he sounds like himself now -- if perhaps the anxiety's coming back]