[Ben Solo is good at one thing and its ruining everyone else’s good time, no matter what is happening in this or any other universe. He lets her arms go as he mulls over her explanation. That makes. A little more sense, layed out like that. But he is still frowning.]

But ... last night, there was no pain. I didn’t even know it was him. It was just a — dream to me. How am I supposed to tell?

[Now that his hands are free, he sets about rubbing his cheeks, which no longer feel like they are about to melt off.]