Boomer listened to her half-sobbing explanation calmly but compassionately, stroking her hair as she spoke. If he were a smarter man, he would guess her dream was representative of a lack of his reciprocating her confession of love before she fell asleep and it weighed more heavily on her mind than it seemed to have. Her recounting of the dream obviously implied that the feelings shown her by his dream self were a lot of what made the dream bad, probably a lack of clarity about how he felt about her than actual mistrust. He'd have guessed that, if he were a smarter man.<br/><br/>When she had stopped speaking words, he said in his most comforting voice "Bubbles. Look at me. I do like you. I really do. There's a really good chance I lo...luh-like you more than anyone else in the world. I'm not interested in kissing other girls, and even before today, Princess was way down the list of girls I even would be willing to kiss. I'd never give up number one on the list for her. Look at where we are now. We're in bed together cuddling, trying to make you happy again. Someone who would ever even consider hurting you, much less try to kill you, wouldn't do this with you. I won't hurt you, Bubbles. As long as I'm with you, you're safe."