Luke felt his face reddening, and it was not the chill wind off the ocean. For all the unwanted heat he' felt this morning, this was a new kind, and equally unwelcome. He raised a hand, though whether to emphasize his point or to put a barrier between them was unclear.

"No, Rey, I..." He bit his lip. How obvious did he have to be? "I've been alone here a ... a very long time. It's no excuse, but I'm simply trying to explain... Sometimes we have impulses we don't... can't control. I'm only a man, and I apparently have the same drives as other man."

Some part of Luke wished lightning would strike him dead. Now. Or, preferably, yesterday.

"What I'm trying to say is, you didn't dream it. I did. And my dreams were... communicated. To you. Inadvertently, and inappropriately."