ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

Pepper relaxes back into the bedding, sighing a little at the sweet feeling of being wrapped and tangled up with him. She listens to his explanation with a light frown, though her slim fingers never cease to run gently through his thick hair. She had thought his nightmares were about more recent events, but that it's Afghanistan... yet, who could blame him? Her heart goes out for him. "The mind is a complicated thing," she sighs, her brows knitting lightly again. "Does it happen often?"