Chris likes when The Outsider is in his dreams too. It keeps some of his darker nightmares away, though it also seems to keep him in his bed, not building like he might any other time.

He comes through the door without any hesitation, but when he enters he winces, frowning at his hand, currently uncovered since he doesnt wear his gloves to bed and marvels at the mark.

It glows in the dark of the Void and he touches it with his other hand curiously, can see what he sees of The Outsider emanating from it, fogging up the bright glow of his own Aether.

The word doesn't get him to lift his head, but he does respond, tracing the burned mark with a finger, "What is it?"

Christopher is quiet, finishing tracing the mark before looking up. Usually he would be distracted for longer, but?

"You think I'm worthy?" He sounds surprised, a little taken aback, but not suspicious. He's trying to keep himself from smiling, because he feels like joy isn't quite the mark of where his heart is. He isn't sure he knows what to call this.

"No, I...I want to keep it." He looks down at his hands again, holding it out like one might look at a fresh set of nails, admiring it.