"Zeus," Chloe repeated, her voice hushed and reverent. She'd never had a name for the man who filled her with such warmth and happiness in that dream as it always had danced, flittered about like one of the butterflies, just out of reach. But now, now she spoke as she the name of a cherished lover and the blonde felt the same all-consuming joy spread from her heart to every inch of her being.
Until she spied Anne's reaction. It was fleeting; just a ghost of... of confusion? Of pain? Of something dark that could cause her those barely-there tears. But Chloe hadn't missed them. One hand stretched out to take the younger woman's and squeeze the paler fingers sympathetically. "Sometimes the bad outweigh the good," the older woman said by way of understanding as digits thread together in a comfortable clasp. "There was a time in my second marriage that things weren't going so well," Chloe admitted, opening herself up to Anne; wanting the brunette to know that she wasn't alone and didn't have to suffer whatever she was experiencing alone. "That's when the dreams of a beautiful, laughing, dark-haired girl started. Skipping through the fields; careless and absolutely adorable in the way she'd collect flowers for me. To make me smile. I looked forward to those dreams each night because of the comfort they gave me. The comfort you gave me."