[That finally gets him to turn, and there's a panic in his eyes as the words flow from his lips.

But it was different, Wade, seeing you like that. It wasn't a gun. Something got you, some kind of weirdass dream monster, I don't know, and-- [And there was so much blood, that empty stare, his own hand closing the glassy eyes forever.

In the fervor of this admission he hasn't even realized that he's been leaning forward, hand on Wade's knee. He pulls it away quickly.]

Freaked me out a lot, you know? I, uh... I just needed to see you were okay for myself, with my own eyes. As dumb as that sounds.