They walk the beach everyday now, it's become their ritual; she tells him her dreams and he helps pick the make believe out of the truth.
He explains peanut butter and sugarplum faeries and the scars around his neck. She presses his hand against her stomach and lets him feel the life that moves within her, and tries not to flinch when his eyes suddenly come to life. It's unnerving, the lack of memory on her part and the flood of emotions on his.
Their 'friends' in the sense that they could be more if it weren't for the fact that they were really strangers, the baby inside her and The Others that took her secondary to that.
He makes her feel safe and she tries to find a reason why. Ex-druggie, rock star, man brought back from the dead, murder, not at all things that tend to make her think of safety. But that's what he was and still the unreasonable feeling of safety followed her when he's with her and something she's come to expect, depend on almost.
But she looks at him sometimes and wonders who needs who more.