[He moves, and whatever he was going to do after that is replaced by the strange reality that is her: her arms around him, the smell of her hair, the warmth of her face against his neck, the tightness of her hold on him, and he thinks, why does this hurt so much here and now? Because in Reverein, she's here, she's real and whole and familiar, warm and solid against him. Somehow it is both comforting and devastating in equal measure, and his arms are tight around her in response, as if he can hold onto her forever, never letting go.
He must have been asleep a long time.]
I'm sorry.
[For a moment, his thoughts return to their very first meeting here in this dream world, her frustration and overwhelm as she shouted at him, You're late!
He had been asleep too long then. And now again--]
I must've overslept.
[He speaks the words into her hair, his face buried against her, unwilling to let go.]
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He must have been asleep a long time.]
I'm sorry.
[For a moment, his thoughts return to their very first meeting here in this dream world, her frustration and overwhelm as she shouted at him, You're late!
He had been asleep too long then. And now again--]
I must've overslept.
[He speaks the words into her hair, his face buried against her, unwilling to let go.]