It's a good thing John raised his hand, because Jon was spring-loaded with an apology that died in his throat. He closes his mouth, and listens to the question, his shoulders sinking a visible inch. God, he didn't expect to have to get into this. It's so much to begin to explain, but if John's having nightmares, he has no right to keep it to himself any longer.

"...It is, and it isn't," Jon explains, a bit nervous in doing so. "It's an aspect of myself, and at times, if I'm sleeping when you are, I'll dream of your dreams. I'll see them as they unfold. If I'm not sleeping, I'm not entirely aware of it, but I... it is still some portion of me."

He struggles not to avert his gaze.

"I'm sorry. I-I should have told you sooner."