That's how dreams are. Things come out that our minds have put away during our daytime thoughts.

[He speaks softly, and there's almost an honest ring to it, now.]

It's not a nice thing; when no one else sees, we can just push those things away again, but with how things are here...

[Replying to her was not a good idea. He's realizing it belatedly. But he'd felt he needed to, in order to keep up the pretense. Why though? What good did it do now?

He shoves the question away.]

You don't ever have to feel alone, not now.