"Yeah." A fraction of the tension eased out of his shoulders when he realized she wasn't freaking out, and if it wasn't now, it probably wouldn't ever happen. Even Ronan had needed a moment to pull himself together, and he had the same ability. He'd at least known another dreamer; he'd had his father. Kavinsky'd had no one.

"It takes practice, though. It sounds easy, just to talk about it, but dreams are so fucking malleable. One distraction and you could have a purple pineapple. Or a car with no front axle." The second example was absolutely from personal experience. "I worked for a long time to be good at it. Got a whole field of fucked up cars, and like, a dozen perfect ones." It was surprisingly easy to talk about things now that he'd started, like a busted dam where the water was only going to widen the break.

"It's more than just cars, though, but they're especially hard. Gotta keep all the parts in mind and wake up with it before something goes to shit."