Feels like less of a waste of time with you there. I dreamed we were on a train; mountains in the background. Climbing along the top like in a spy movie. That yours, or just me?

[Dream leakage can be a thing, when you make enough mental contact with someone. She wasn't trying for it, wouldn't have without asking. But it can happen.

She concentrates on his muscles, on the tight and worn spots, and she remembers her flood self, having lived on after losing him, and she can't keep her mouth shut on it any longer.]

...That thing we talked about. In the time flux flood. What'd you think now?