[Something warm manages to show through his eyes, though he doesn't quite return to a smile of his own. That does sound nice—just them in the dream world he's come to think of as home, enjoying something mundane together. No nightmares, no monsters, no memories come to life.]
Then it's a date.
[The shadow of that man won't disappear from his mind like the dream will in a few short moments, but it will go back to where it belongs, unseen by anyone else... at least for a time.]
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Then it's a date.
[The shadow of that man won't disappear from his mind like the dream will in a few short moments, but it will go back to where it belongs, unseen by anyone else... at least for a time.]