"Oh..." Shaw couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "I mean—not good that you had a nightmare, but I thought we were about to get eaten by wolves or attacked by a serial killer or something," he explained, heartrate slowly but gradually returning to normal. That still probably sounded pretty insensitive.
It was obvious even to Shaw, an oblivious teenage boy and someone that really didn't know her that well, that whatever Myla had dreamed about had really shaken her up pretty badly. He walked over and sat down across from her, scratching the side of his face as he tried to think of what to say. "Wanna talk about it?" He offered a sleepy smile. "Otherwise you can just tell me to hop off." @Interdictor
It was obvious even to Shaw, an oblivious teenage boy and someone that really didn't know her that well, that whatever Myla had dreamed about had really shaken her up pretty badly. He walked over and sat down across from her, scratching the side of his face as he tried to think of what to say. "Wanna talk about it?" He offered a sleepy smile. "Otherwise you can just tell me to hop off." @Interdictor