So she'd go back to facing her nightmare because he can't face his. Johnny sighs softly, turns and casts the glow of his lighter as far as he can.

"I don't think we could, actually," he says. "Things have a way of... moving around." The house, the dreaming... neither of those structures are exactly stable. "I have more, um - flexibility, here," he adds after a moment, continuing down. "It'll be okay." Will it?

He says nothing for a few more steps, then he says, "My dreams are usually better when I'm not alone, so. That's something."