"I'm also not more than that, which is fine," the apparition assured Devin, still smiling and calm. "Why don't I let you get back to work? I'm clearly distracting you. We'll talk when you're done."

"...My shift is over at three," Devin conceded after a moment of hesitation.

"Perfect." With that, the vision of Sam put a spectral hand on Devin's arm and squeezed gently. The vampire felt it, but no one else would had they been in his place. Devin pivoted when Sam passed by and headed down the central aisle towards an exit-- and it was then that he saw Klaus.

Maybe it was the shock of noticing Klaus later than he should have, or his own movement, that caused the waking dream to fade away to nothing. Whatever the reason, Devin quickly realized that Sam had not actually been here, and was not currently present in Aifaran. He wasn't certain if that made him feel better or worse about the whole situation.

Belatedly, Devin noticed the weight of weariness on his eyes and the headache pounding between his temples. Shit.

"I assume you saw that," he grumbled in Klaus' direction before starting to slot the books he was carrying back onto the shelves.