I think it was about you. Or that it was supposed to be. [He was Sir-Not-Appearing-in-Her-Dreams.]
They were...intimate. [And they were. They weren't just sex dreams. After all, that had happened once before with Cross. She hadn't taken it to mean much because it didn't play with her heart and mind in the same way. She'd told Ton, Jack, and Chekov that she loved them. And...she does love them all. They've ally been good friends and there for her when she needed them. But add sex to the equation and it blurs lines. Or blurs them more in some cases.]