And just when she'd resigned herself to not prying into Johnny's affairs, he's inviting her to. Greta blinks down at him in astonishment, then gives her head a little shake. "I don't… you don't have to tell me anything." She poked at a sore spot and was rightfully rebuked; he doesn't owe her a detailed explanation of where it all began.

Is respecting his privacy too close to protecting him? If her mothering him is the problem, maybe being a little less pitying would be easier for him to bear. But she still can't bring herself to ask him about a woman whose memory sends him skittering into corners.

She sits down as well, not next to him, but near him, facing the opposite direction so she can see his face if she looks at him sidelong and watch for any more unpleasant dream creations sneaking up from behind. "I am sorry her memory pains you," she finally says, because it seems a fair assumption and also doesn't demand an explanation.