He looked to his side, hand on her thigh as she sat up. "No, I was awake already." He said softly, trying to get rid of the heaviness and emptiness of that dream. He had to get over all that. He couldn't tell anyone, of course, but he had to get past that. Could you forget the image of the first person you killed? No, you can't, the witch inside his head answered.
He tried to ignore.
Wait. She had asked if she had woken him up. Which meant she was probably in the same situation as him. The thought of their odd sync made him grin bitterly. "I thought I had woken you up, babe. Is everything okay with you?" He asked, pulling her into his arms.