[He wishes he were better about magic involving dreams, but he'd never seen the point in it when he could just heal nearly everything. Unfortunately, past traumas and heartbreak were part of that 'nearly.' But he wasn't without anything to offer.

He reached out to her, his hands curling around hers.]

You can't keep it all in, love. I understand, about all of it, I truly do. You want to keep it in your own mind because, that way, it can't hurt anyone else or change how they view you or somehow...taint them with the pain in your thoughts. But if you never share them, they'll destroy you and others will wonder what they could have done to help. They'll hurt because you hurt.

[He was a hypocrite. He knew he was bad about the same for the same reasons, but he knew that every time he told Wolfe what was poisoning his heart and Hawke did nothing more than hold him and assure him it would be okay, it made him feel at least a little better, even if he thought it might be an unwitting lie.]

I promise you: nothing you could ever tell me will change my thoughts about you, so tell me all of it, as you can. I swear to listen and be here, if not find a way to help.