Tillman stiffened initially. The list of people he tolerated touching him was a very short one. Crane had, however, effectively taken that list and scrawled his name at the bottom of it. Tillman had little choice in the matter.

Glaring hard at the wall, he rested a hand between Crane's shoulder blades and began to rub slow, reassuring circles. "Just a dream," he agreed in a low voice that rumbled through his chest.