Felix gets, suddenly, what Dean is trying to reassure him of, and he shakes his head again, laying a hand back on his arm. It's probably what started causing her problems, he'd said, but even Racetrack had found that paranoid, and she knew Roslin. To someone who hadn't... "That's not it. That's not why I asked." He pauses. "I'm not actually sure why I asked."

Except that he'd wanted Dean to know, he realizes almost immediately after he says it. He hadn't asked because he wanted answers; he'd asked because he thought Dean should know, and not because Dean is a hunter. "It doesn't change anything," he murmurs, not totally sure what to do with that. "It was just a message. It... they... whatever caused it, I guess it wanted me to come and see Earth." He smiles a little wanly. "Gods know, we fought hard enough for that."

And the home fires, but maybe he's not ready to talk about that part of it yet. He's not even sure he's going to do it yet, whatever Racetrack has to say about it. This part of it... this is the part he can do here, now, and it's strange, but he can't help but feel a little brighter again, thinking about it. After all, this is what he was working on, all those late nights poring over star charts, all those times he called out to action stations. "Earth," he says again, and smiles more fully. "It's real."