Mahir shoves a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily. "I wish you were here. Really here. Of course, if you were, this--probably wouldn't be happening. Definitely wouldn't." He shakes his head. "You would hate this whole dream business as much as I do, just like you would hate that he can't function without a hallucination of you in his head. But you know what happened the one time I told him that."