He understood nightmares. There wasn't a night he didn't have one, and he'd not had uninterrupted sleep for decades. Now with Jade so distressed, it was only worse.
And he couldn't help either, which only topped it all off.
He returned her smile and motioned her inside, "don't apologize Lydia. I understand. But I'll take the cookies either way." He closed the door behind her and led her to his little apartment above the studio. "What can I get you in turn?"