The way that touch felt so familiar soothed him. Maybe it shouldn't have, but he loved the feeling of those hands. He missed his mouth more, and was barely holding himself back from wanting to taste it again. He was an alcoholic with a shot right there, tempting him. He had to force his brain away from them.
"I can help you get through the dreams. I want to. I get a lot of reruns. I think they are on syndication." He smiled softly. "Why watch Friends when you can dream about a seven hundred year old vampire hitting on high school, or college girls. That's the good side. The bad side is... mostly me doing bad things and everyone calling me a selfish asshole." He waved it away. He'd answer if Alex wanted to know things.
"I missed you. Maybe I shouldn't, but I did. I figured you would go on and get done with school, forget this place. I would have come looking at some point."