"Come on in, you. I've got dinner on the stove, if you want something to eat. But I ought to, I've not had a proper meal today."
He pulls John in and ushers him to the sofa, getting glasses from the kitchen and putting pasta and bowls on the table for them to pick at while they drink and talk.
"Do you want to talk? About the dreams, I mean. You don't have to. We can just drink and cuddle instead if you want."