There are a million things to say, some of which she can't, some of which he probably deserves to know. Not even the death thing, but…that she knows he lied to her, so later when she's pissed at him for seemingly no reason it will make sense. Selfishly, she doesn't want to tell him any of it now.

If it's a dream, it's a lot less shitty than she usually has these days.

"It is pretty fucking weird, isn't it?" she says, a tiny note of humour in her voice.

She doesn't let go right away, because if she lets go and wakes up, that will hurt. It's hard to believe this could be anything but a dream, so she'll just take it while she can.

"Christ, I don't even know what we do now," she says. At least her wounds from Seattle are pretty healed so he won't have to fuss about that.