[ He really wears his heart on his sleeve. Gray isn't completely sure what to do with that; she's usually the one struggling with her composure. She stands there uncertainly until the threat of awkwardness begins to loom, then resorts to blurting out the first things that drifts to mind. ]
I understand. I'm the same way.
[ Which, she realizes, probably doesn't make him feel better at all. What kind of grown adult wants to compare himself to a meek little girl? ]
Do you want to go back to dreaming?
[ That can probably be arranged, if he so wishes. ]
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I understand. I'm the same way.
[ Which, she realizes, probably doesn't make him feel better at all. What kind of grown adult wants to compare himself to a meek little girl? ]
Do you want to go back to dreaming?
[ That can probably be arranged, if he so wishes. ]