He looks up again. "Aye, I do," he says. "As well as you love your friend, I should think." Granted, if he'd seen the other dream he'd have chosen another way of wording it, but as it is, that's what he can infer from the sheer and utter relief and gratitude, almost as strong as though he'd felt them himself, as though he was the one being pulled up to his feet by his best friend. "He's like a brother to you, isn't he?"