She's apologizing? For what? He doesn't respond for a moment, just reaches out to her and pulls her gently but firmly forward, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight.

"You've nothing to be sorry for," he whispers. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I don't know what happened, I shouldn't have dreams like that, I..." He sighs heavily and lifts a hand to stroke her hair soothingly. "It's all right now. We're both all right."

He moves his hands back to her shoulders and inches back, looking her in the eye. "And it wasn't really him, it was just... my..." His... what? His imagination? He's pretty sure he isn't supposed to have that.

"He was just in my head," he finishes awkwardly. "He still doesn't... doesn't know about you. You're safe."