He shakes his head and shrugs a shoulder.

"'S okay. Don't matter now. You didn't know if whatever it was would affect everybody. Hell, took me a couple weeks to figure out that I really shouldn't be here."

And when she goes on to describes her dream, his embrace doesn't slacken. In fact, it tightens a little.

And he nods.




"I know what you mean."

He's not making fun of her. Not being facetious. No scoff, no smirk. He really does know what she means.