( he tells her about his dreams but even as he speaks, he doubts what he's saying. why would he dream about that? he'd been here, settled and content for awhile?
the dreams are wisps, slipping through his fingers and he's shaken out of his reverie by her question.
he blinks and her fingers are against him, brushing against his metal arm. he squeezes his hand into a fist, tight and hard, before he relaxes. )
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the dreams are wisps, slipping through his fingers and he's shaken out of his reverie by her question.
he blinks and her fingers are against him, brushing against his metal arm. he squeezes his hand into a fist, tight and hard, before he relaxes. )
Maybe.
( noncommittal. )
I could be.