[ Six studies Sunday's face, the unease evident in the other man's eyes. It's easy enough for a protective urge to rise within him, but he doesn't know what he can offer in terms of reassurance. He's never been good at that, and yet he tries regardless. ]
If this is all a dream, we'll wake up from it eventually.
[ He moves closer, their faces nearly inches apart, his breath mingling with Sunday's. There's a sense of vulnerability in the air, but also the presence of something else. Something softer, sincere. Lilac eyes search for golden hues, looking for any hint of doubt, wanting to banish it if he could. ]
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If this is all a dream, we'll wake up from it eventually.
[ He moves closer, their faces nearly inches apart, his breath mingling with Sunday's. There's a sense of vulnerability in the air, but also the presence of something else. Something softer, sincere. Lilac eyes search for golden hues, looking for any hint of doubt, wanting to banish it if he could. ]
What are you afraid of, Sunday?