"Are you sure?" His concern was touching. He was really worried about her and she couldn't deny that it was a nice feeling to know someone cared about her so much.
"Do you dream about him often? I have never heard you talk in your sleep before."
She shook her head. "No, I don't. In fact, I haven't dreamt of him in a while. I guess he had been on my mind after talking about everything."
He looked gutted. "I hate that he was on your mind even in your sleep." He sighed. "I'm not going to ask you what happened in your dream. I don't think I want to know."
"You probably don't. You would be reckless if you did," she said firmly. "I don't want you to imagine that. It's in my past."
"But you haven't dealt with it. You have never told anyone. You've never talked about it to anyone."
"I told you!"
He looked at her for a long moment, almost hesitantly.
