He hesitates to answer. Maybe he is between dreaming and waking. Maybe he doesn't want to say. Regardless he hesitates, his breath hot against the curve of her neck.
"There was you and another and I..." he swallows hard. Why is this hard to say? His voice is thick, he left hand splays against her abdomen and the pad of this thumb gently smooths across her belly button.
"I gave everything I knew away to you and the other." In his dream he could have died doing what he did. Yet, for her, he did.