[Remy was certainly not use to having someone in his head, to see how his thoughts could flit around between stuff at random unless they were focused on a goal, so as she mentions this those thoughts are instantly pushed aside and hidden again.] Sorry, was just thinkin' of all that dream stuff again, 'nd got me thinkin' 'bout what I remembered from ya's. [But despite best intentions, the memory of that kiss was still there.]

Got two from ya I don't remember m'self now. [He was trying to joke, trying to make it all funny, but there was something darker lingering in the corners of his mind around it. Yet even then there was a more dominating feeling, a weird settled comfort that existed around her, even when they fought or got in each other's hair or on each other's nerves. It was still a friendship, it didn't change that, even if things felt a little rough at times.]