Oof, that's about what Tadashi expected. Well, that the nightmare was about recent events at least. It's... well, he wouldn't want to call it predictable, but none of the elements Caesar describes surprise him. They're not that far of from a few of the nightmares he's had himself over the past few weeks, though from a different point of view, and it takes some effort to keep his concerned expression from dipping to plain distress. It was a dream, and not even his own. Now's not the time.

Tadashi's eyebrows furrow as Caesar's tone shifts and he brings his other hand into the works, cupping Caesar's gently between both of his own, thumbs rubbing gentle little shapes into the other man's skin. Soft reminders that he's not alone here in any sense of the word.

Caesar trails off and Tadashi give him a moment, but then quietly prompts him to continue. "Was...?"