Well. [ Galen chews at his lip, leaning into Jesse's warmth. The mention of nightmares reminds Galen of the ones he saw and manipulated; the nightmares of Jesse's dad, and how much that had hurt him. And then a thought sort of creeps up on him. ]

... You look up to Bruce, right? He helped you when I was gone, and I know he's like, a brilliant scientist. [ And he'll say this because he feels the same, but doesn't quite realize why, himself: ] And he's like -- comforting. Right?