[ This time, he doesn’t stiffen or pull away, feeling like it was all a big misunderstanding of his subconscious fears. ]

You didn’t.

[ He steps forward, brushing his hair behind his ear in a delicate manner. He lets his fingers linger on the side of his face, reluctant to let go of something precious he just uncovered. ]

I think I did that to myself.

[ He smiles gently, serene in a way he hasn’t felt in a while. ]

Thank you for making me realize that I still have a lot to work on.

[ A smile that slowly fades at the odd turn of phrase. ]

Wouldn’t it be odd if I was’t in my own dream?