"Ah. Yes, I do know." Her hand drifted away from his face, and smoothed down the front of his shirt, laying directly over his heart. Psyche could, if she wanted, look into his past - know everything he couldn't stop thinking about in a heartbeat - but she chose not to. She was not in the habit of looking into another's past without permission.
"I've had nights like that. Do you want to talk about it?"