He put his head down so his forehead was laying on her shoulder. It would be nice to hear that the nightmares went away but he knew better even before she said it. It was like Deacon said, you opened that door and you would always wear it like a darkness around your heart.
"I still don't know why I'm better than a warm shower." He lifted his head with a tiny smile. "But it must mean something. That way we knew each other somehow. The way I keep you warm."