She pulled back, but Bill didn't want to break contact with her completely, so he kept his hand on her arm as she spoke.
It took all he had in him not to squeeze as she explained, but he managed to keep that hand, the one on her upper arm, loose and relaxed. His other hand, however, was balled into a fist tight enough that his fingernails were digging into his palm. If Tom ever showed up in the hotel, the man was utterly fucked.
"Shit, Bev," he said quietly, and knew better than to say something dumb like 'it was just a dream' since they both knew better. Every one of the Losers, hell, even their extended circle of friends knew better than to ever say something like that. "I'm s-s-suh-suh-sorry. A-ah-guh-gain," he added.