"<em>Why won't she tell me? She was asleep with me, so she obviously trusts me. Right?</em>" It felt like a foolish thing to question, given their position right now. They were holding each other in her bed, what more did he need to think she trusted him? She probably had a reason not to say. He knew if he didn't know, he would wonder, but he would move on soon enough. "i'll do what i can, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He stroked her hair again, curious as to whether she liked it or not.<br/><br/>Illogical as it was, he was kind of disappointed he didn't keep her from having a bad dream in the first place. He said he would keep her heart safe, but she was crying less than an hour after he'd said it. "<em>Way to keep your promise, Boomer.</em>"