[ With her hands on the back of his neck still, she guides his head a little lower so that she can rub her cheek against his face. His skin is warm and soft against hers and--she can't help herself, she does it again, and again. Like this, when he breathes, the exhales of warm air from his lungs stir her hair. ]
I know. You're real. This is real.
[ She's still shaking, but some of the tension empties out of her shoulders, and she leans against him more fully. Dreams aren't warm. Dreams... don't feel like this. It's fine, she's safe, he's safe. ]
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I know. You're real. This is real.
[ She's still shaking, but some of the tension empties out of her shoulders, and she leans against him more fully. Dreams aren't warm. Dreams... don't feel like this. It's fine, she's safe, he's safe. ]