"I had a dream last night." He begins, brows furrowed; "I could remember every hall in deepground. The location of every lab, warehouse, barrack." A pause; "I walked around as if it had been freshly built. Then it began to decay around me."
rem gathers the towel in her hands, squeezing the excess water out of his hair. It's gotten longer, softer from the condition and she makes sure that none of his hair gets too tangled. she starts to run her fingers through it first, gathering any knots at the end and gently detangling them before she grabs the brush and begins at the ends and climbs the teeth towards the root. he speaks and she listens, just as she always has. when he begins to recall his nightmare-- he calls it a dream, but any dream about where they came from serves to stand as a nightmare in her opinion-- her facial expression softens.
dreams were a funny thing. they always interested rem, from the very first time she read about interpretations of the stars and of tarot, of palmistry and divination. she believed that dreams were a way of the subconscious trying to explain to the conscious mind what it wanted as truth. her fingers fluffed his hair lightly when he ends his recollection and she gives a thoughtful hum before she begins to speak. her tone is soft, like it always has been with him-- like it always will be with him.
" sounds ta me like yer try'n ta' leave it behind... wise choice, 'ro."
she kisses the back of his head before hands come to wrap around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder.
" -- break'n free from tha' past is a great thing ta' do."