Tarantulas pushes his entire face into Jeff's palm like a cat, rubbing the stiff, coarse hairs on his back against Jeff's hand. Definitely pet him, please. He needs it.

"She was...we were married, in the mass dream," he says quietly. "Her, me, and the smith River la Croix. I'm still trying to process it all." As is Jeff, he's sure, although Tarantulas can't recall seeing anyone like him in the dream...

"I wasn't even sure if she was real or not until...you know. That's why I reacted like that."