"I can hear you, you know."

But it's said with a laugh. She should let Geordie go, but she can't seem to untangle her arms from around him.

"And you're not dreaming, Geordie, me lad."

Well.

For the first time since she tackled him to the couch, she looks back at Jack and Buffy...and quickly remembers why that was a bad idea. She does her best to look only at Buffy. "He's not, right? And I'm not? It's a new cycle?"

He feels real. She's never had a dream that was so utterly clear. But she needs to hear it from someone else, just to be sure.