He blinked up at her then, the question having caught him off-guard, brow creasing, "No? Not, like, really new." He shrugged one shoulder, finally sitting up again, "I mean, I told you about what happened with the ghosts, right? How I opened a bunch of gates in a row?" He'd given her the bare minimum of information, really, mostly just that he had done it, and it had been easy, and he wasn't planning on doing it ever ever again.
Not that that promise had held up long, because he'd practiced again a few times since then, always with the same ease, which freaked him out into stopping again almost immediately. He knew he hadn't told her about the dreams, not besides that he had them, sometimes, and he definitely hadn't told her that they'd been making a resurgence, worse, maybe, for having been put off so long.