Devin has kept his own tears from falling but his eyes still shine too brightly when he meets the Fool's amber gaze. It's a thin shred of stubbornness that holds them at bay; they've fallen plenty enough since the Fool vanished. He studies his lover's face intently for a few moments, wondering and cherishing and immensely grateful. The confirmation of his suspicions doesn't help with the jumble of emotion, but at least it isn't a surprise. Given the lives they both lead in their home worlds, it is no wonder that the Dreaming does not choose a peaceful moment to bring them to this place. Perhaps it's a remnant of the original spell that sought out heroes, twisted to remind them sharply of who they are at their core. At their best, and at their worst, and the lengths to which they will go to in the face of insurmountable challenges.

To the apology, Devin swallows the knot in his throat and shakes his head once. "It's not your fault. There's nothing either of us could have done." Losing this bond they have was always inevitable; it is only a question of when, and who will depart first. No matter how low Devin has sunk over the past weeks, he would not change this for anything. He would rather have the Fool at his side, come what may.

He rests his forehead against the Fool's, breathes shakily. "I missed you-- so much. More than--" His voice cracks. More than he has ever missed anyone else, in a way that frankly scares him a little. Deep breaths. "We're here now. That's-- that's what matters most." Some kind of bright side. He could be content to just stand here holding the Fool for a while, but: "What do you need?"