Istredd knows none of this is reasonable. He doesn't actually think someone is going to come into their room in the middle of the night and take him again. He already suspected this would happen given some time but preparing for it didn't solve the problem right away. If he could think his way around this, he would have already done it.

He slides out from under the bed and sits next to Lucifer's bed instead. He is tall so he does come into view although it probably is a little silly to see his head poking up from under the bed like that. Istredd knew that those of them in the pit would have lasting trauma from what happened to them. Now he sees that those left behind would have it too.

I'm sorry I scared you. Istredd knows Lucifer is adapting just as much as he is. Being scared for others? New. It feels so much better now that he can dive into his mind again, soothe and caress, soaking it in since the distance had been hard. He told him the truth before. Their bond was not supposed to be like this. Istredd's desire for intimacy made it too deep.

"Whenever I sleep, my brain keeps telling me that this is the dream. That I'm still there dying, and I'll never get out." Being unable to tell dreams from reality is not great because it doesn't really end. Being awake could be a fantasy. Their bond is the only reassurance right now.

I won't disappear on you again like this, I promise.