"Hey, don't say things like that." Oliver said at the last, frowning a little at her. "Whatever you did there, whatever you HAD to do doesn't mean it's going to happen here, and anyway, having to do sex work when you have no other options doesn't mean...well it doesn't make you a bad person." he concluded, kind of lamely. "Doesn't take away any value you have or anything. And...value was probably not the word to use right then, sorry." He shook his head a little.
"As far as I can see, with all of this," he said, trying to find something calming that he could see in the situation, "everybody having the dreams is still normal and functioning and...they do seem like they were real SOMEWHERE or other. But the stuff you're seeing, as much as it's a part of you...it doesn't mean it has to turn out that way here. I mean, I'm not a hero. I'm a B-Lister who stays relevant by hooking up with whoever is hot at the moment, or by having monumental epic screwups. " It wasn't self pity driving that either, just...awareness of what he was and what he was doing here.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is...I'm not the things people are seeing in me. Why do you have to be the things you've seen?"
And then, on to addressing the last part. "You're welcome to tell me the things you can't tell your family. I don't know how much help I'll be, but I can try. And really, it'll be okay. Things usually happen for a reason. I'm betting these dreams are that."