Needy sighed and wiggled in her seat a little so that she could slip an arm behind his back and around his waist. She was small, she could do things like that when people were all comfortable on couches.
So she had picked up on something. Or... "It was probably just a fluke that I had any kinda feeling about that," she said, trying to just shrug it off. "Hell, maybe I did just miss you and my subconscious made up some kooky reason for me to send you a message. Either way, there's a pretty good chance that nothing like that'll ever happen again so lets just forget about it or something."
Plus, Needy was up there on the list of people who understood that bad dreams weren't just for the little ones. She knew first hand that just getting older didn't make them stop. In fact, she never had dreams when she was a kid that were as bad as the ones she had so often these days. "Those dreams better not turn you all emo or anything. Because that would be extremely lame."