"Could be mixing it up," she murmurs, closing her eyes for a moment. "I hope you're wrong."

She wants to hear him tell her she's wrong, without telling her she's crazy (no matter how crazy she feels). But she also wants him to be wrong. It's a confusing little contradiction, even to her.

"Sorry," she says wryly, swallowing. "Guess it's kind of shitty to tell someone you hope they're not real."