[ The confirmation is enough, an answer he can believe and one he doesn't feel the need to question. Not now, at least. Maybe later, when they're not lost. Are we? Lost? He turns his head to him, and his vision fills with white.
His arms come up around him, welcoming his solid form. No matter what he saw - I know this is real too. The vision showed him another aspect of him, a different perspective. It didn't change who he was simply gave him depth he hadn't uncovered before. ]
I'm not.
[ His fingers drift to the back of his nape where they gently thread through his hair wondering when he dyed it and for what reason. ]
no subject
His arms come up around him, welcoming his solid form. No matter what he saw - I know this is real too. The vision showed him another aspect of him, a different perspective. It didn't change who he was simply gave him depth he hadn't uncovered before. ]
I'm not.
[ His fingers drift to the back of his nape where they gently thread through his hair wondering when he dyed it and for what reason. ]
I want to know you. Good or bad.
[ And after a breath: ] This is your world.
Can you show it to me?