Lucy stares at Dustin's fingers against the cardboard for a moment too long. Then she looks at him, the way he holds the wine. It's hard to tell what the expression on his face means. Not just because it's slightly dark in here.

Her own is soft in its watchfulness, the way she always finds distasteful, too honest. But wasn't that what she'd intended, bringing him here? She'd fallen asleep trying to think of what true things she'd say when she prevailed, uncovering him in a corner of Khalil's dreamscape.

But it's just "Oh," she mumbles, simply, after a moment. She swallows her heart instead of wine, and her fingers shift across the smooth floor, toward him very slightly.

"I won't tease you, then." It still kind of sounds like teasing, though, in Lucy's scratchy drunken whisper. "Even if you've ruined what I thought I'd say next."