[ He pulls his hand away at her insistence, though he keeps the other in place, maintaining that same rhythm, easing through some of the tangles in her hair. ]

Remind me.

[ Because even if she wants to (even if he would want to), there's a difference between tacit acknowledgement and speaking her dreams aloud. One is leaving everything buried, willfully ignored. The other is purposefully dragging those memories into the light.

Dryly, ] 'Cause for all I know, it could be one of those dreams where you find out about a giant assignment only seconds before it's due, or you show up naked to work. Toss-up.