His thumb grazes her knee-cap through the rough fabric of her jeans and then he takes his hand back, leaning his chin into it instead. "It's not the dreams that are boring, although, you haven't heard them, so reserve judgement." He smiles faintly. "It's what happened afterwards, I guess. What I let happen afterwards." He'd been such a coward. In his gut, he'd known that Millie was right, but they hadn't been able to prove it, and, in the end, it had been easier to just fold, to take the easy job in Cyber Security and not code and just...let that part of him die. Or try to, anyway.