It doesn't matter whether it was a dream or not, does it? Dave still saw what he saw: his own father coming after him and his own father falling and not getting back up. Maxxie's stomach turns at the thought -- at how messed up he would be if that had happened to him -- but he still holds to his first response.

"It wasn't real," he repeats, softer this time. He shifts and scoots, settling himself beside Dave so he can slip an arm around his broad shoulders. "It's alright. It's all alright now, okay?"