She doesn't need him to finish that sentence for her to understand how it ends and she slips her hand onto his leg, just resting it there for a moment before she squeezes lightly. Maybe she'll never get to meet this partner of his, but she's grateful for him anyway, if only just for being there in that moment. "So they're memories more than they're real nightmares," she says, trying to see if she's understood him. Not that she imagines they're any less terrifying than a real nightmare; they're worse, probably, because they're real. She was never closed in the casket, so when she wakes up from those dreams, she can convince herself everything is okay. None of it is real.

He doesn't have that same comfort.

"Still, knowing it could happen and actually having it happen are different things," she says, because there's a lot of shit she knows could happen. She knows Newt could decide tomorrow he's not interested in her anymore and while she doubts it would happen, it's possible. But having it actually happen would be about a thousand time worse than just knowing it's a thing that could happen will ever be.