Well he's been trying, hasn't he? Of course there's no way for her to know that. He sighs when she goes to her phone, looking back at the flour and giving it an annoyed, cursory poke.

W- holy shit it worked.

He drew a line.

For a moment he's so excited he can't even do it again. And then he calms down and he still can't do it. And then he gets frustrated and he still can't do it.

His fingers move repeatedly through the floor, doing nothing but gently displacing just insignificant particles into the air, only visible because of the sun coming through the windows. It's nothing. But the line is there, drawn by him. Why can't he do it again?

He looks up when she starts talking again, feeling a rush of surprise and relief when she mentions this Bee person, whoever she is, thank god for her, holy shit. What, did she just tell everyone to keep a lookout or something? Or... well, so far it's only been the people who saw him in the dreaming, so maybe that's it somehow. Regardless, between her and Greta it looks like he might actually get somewhere.

He nods eagerly when she asks her question, and then looks back down quickly to point out his - oh. Well. Now there's new flour that's obscured it completely. So much for that.

Whatever. She's going to help him. For the first time in a very long time, longer than he can literally remember, someone is going to help him.