[ The brim of the hat tips up as Cole looks at her. He does give the impression of being shy with the softness of his voice and how he reacts when she enters, but he stares at her with an unwavering, almost uncomfortable sort of intensity. There's a kindness in his face that's clear, but also a sallowness, as if he hasn't eaten a good meal in month. ]

I did. But I didn't have to. So it's strange that I should wake up at all, since dreams don't come to me like they do for other people.

[ The hat tilts back down to hide his face, and he hops off the chair, heading to the cracked open window instead. It might seem rude, like he's ignoring her, since he doesn't speak again until the spider crawls off his hand and onto the windowsill, but his voice is still gentle and pleasant. ]

I am Cole. Did you dream? Or do you not?