' You slept fine when I held you. When you knew you'd wake up and find me, there. Waiting to chase the ghosts away.'
The thought is loud. Loud enough that he almost feels like he'd said it aloud. But he hadn't. He couldn't. He was trying far too hard to make sure his lips stayed sealed to any more of these strange, alien thoughts. Even if, in the case of the nightmares, they'd been correct. God, what was going on with him? What was happening, today? It had never been this bad, before.
"I understand what you're saying," he says honestly. Because he does. He has a closet full of cowboy boots to prove just how much he understands. "But dreams often try to tell you something. Things your conscious mind isn't ready to understand."
He keeps his face neutral, but Byeong-Lee's eyes soften as he puts down the notepad. Saying without words that this was off the record.
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Date: 2016-10-24 04:26 am (UTC)' You slept fine when I held you. When you knew you'd wake up and find me, there. Waiting to chase the ghosts away.'
The thought is loud. Loud enough that he almost feels like he'd said it aloud. But he hadn't. He couldn't. He was trying far too hard to make sure his lips stayed sealed to any more of these strange, alien thoughts. Even if, in the case of the nightmares, they'd been correct. God, what was going on with him? What was happening, today? It had never been this bad, before.
"I understand what you're saying," he says honestly. Because he does. He has a closet full of cowboy boots to prove just how much he understands. "But dreams often try to tell you something. Things your conscious mind isn't ready to understand."
He keeps his face neutral, but Byeong-Lee's eyes soften as he puts down the notepad. Saying without words that this was off the record.
"Tell me about your dream."