“The man of your dreams...” Morpheus mumbled, reaching out to tuck Madison’s hair behind her ears. “In the flesh.” He smiled down at her. He knew very well that he shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be presenting himself to her like this, in the flesh. In fact, he should have stopped visiting and manipulating her dreams a long time ago. But he hadn’t and now he was too far in to stop. Maury had to know her. He had to be a part of her life and he had to have Madison as a part of his. He’d probably regret it later but what God wasn’t out there doing something stupid? All of them were and none of them could deny it. “All of it is real...” He told her, putting both hands on her cheeks. “Everything that has happened, everything that’s been said... it’s all real.” 

Maury knew that he had no place to talk when it came to death. He, himself, was immortal and any death he’d dealt with hadn’t really caused him much grief. But he still felt the need to try and comfort Madison in some way. He wanted to help her, fix her, if he could. It would be overstepping his boundaries (something he wasn’t supposed to be doing since what had happened just a few years before) but he had the urge. He couldn’t tell Madison what he wanted to do for her though. He didn’t want to get her hopes up, especially if he couldn’t go through with it. So instead Morpheus smiled sadly and stroked her cheek lightly. This was a time when he didn’t need to say anything. He just needed to be there for her and make sure she knew her illness wasn’t going to scare him away.