He scowls at first, but the more she keeps talking the darker the expression gets. If it wouldn't hurt to let her go, he'd have pulled away.

He's not sure what she'd seen, exactly, but he has dreams like that sometimes, and none of them are fun. Usually, he doesn't care that much; it's easy to brush off. But it feels like an invasion of privacy that somehow Ellie ended up seeing inside his nightmares too.

"So?" he shoots back, shrugging.

"What does it matter? It was a dream."