constance just sat back, not pushing him to do anything else, not seaking just letting him be until he was speaking up again yet she smiled warmly. god, she remembered having bad dreams too, sometimes. it still fascinated her how things can be this intigrated in someones brain that it will come back to haunt you eventually. â i probably would have ended up on the other side of the room, stuck in the wall. â she joked quietly.

















