"I think so. I think he might have pulled me back just a minute ago, too, when...." He trails off a little, not wanting to complete that thought and scare Herbert worse.

As his lover explains, Alfred rubs at his shoulders, pets his head, softly and gently reassuring.

"There is - definitely something there. And whatever happened, it must have been big. I could get images, sounds, but - it was all shuffled up, fuzzy.

It was terrible, whatever it was. I think... something hurt you. And I don't like that."

A bit of possessiveness creeps into his voice, and his arms tighten. "I don't like it at all. And if it ever comes back, it will be very sorry that it did."