That seemed perfectly reasonable to believe, didn't dreams normally go away on their own? A soft little sigh slipped past her lips. After all she wasn't mad that he hadn't shared it with her, just worried.
"I know. You were very hard to read when you were little, when you wanted to hide something, and even harder to read as a grumpy teenager." Except when he was grinning at her. That charming grin that squeezed at her heart. She chuckled softly when Mouse plopped on him. Her fingers slowly, gently dragging his hair up and out of the way.
"Did you do anything to get it to 'sort of' go away before? Or did it just fade?"