"Yeah, I don't know. Maybe I had a crazy dream that kind of reminded me of Wonderland or something..."

He laughs nervously, trying his best to play off his slip up. He knows if he were in her position, he wouldn't want to be told. To have all your trauma and sorrows be mere words on a page, penned by a god called an author... he certainly wouldn't be happy about it.

"Ah, I mean, you're making it sound so dirty." He teases gently, before his expression softens. "If you'd rather be alone, that's fine, but if you want, I can always play a song or two just to see you off."