"Please," Emma spoke softly, sadly, "Please do not give me the cute Disney version of romance, darling." Still, she had her hand in Jean's and squeezed lightly. "The dreams are playing a part in this. They can't be ignored. And even if I do like him... I barely know him." Worse, she didn't really want to have to reach out to him. "He left me, anyhow. He made a choice."