They'd gotten better about touch. Phil didn't really feel like he had to be so careful around her. He put his hand over hers, smiling as he laid back against the couch back.
His smile fell when she said that about the dreams though, and he squeezed her hand slightly. "Nienor, I'm never too tired to hear about that. I put in for some time off too."
He felt so guilty about the dreams. Like he somehow should have been able to stop them. "I'm so sorry, Nienor."