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[dreamedboy]

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[threesecrets]

Yeah. My mom. Aurora. But even after my dad died and she fell asleep, I never questioned her, I never-- she was always real to me. But, yeah. Half-dream, half-dreamer.

[Just like Matthew. But Ronan doesn't say that part because Matthew isn't here. He isn't under a tree or in a vault. So there's hurt there, the sort that will cut him open if he lets it. But he thinks that maybe Prokopenko will understand what it means to be half-dream in a way that no one else really has. That he's a little less real, a little less human than the world around him was. That especially after all this time, he felt a little out of place, lost.

Kavinsky felt like something, though. He felt- like home.

He wants the other boy to understand that he means what he says about Kavinsky. That he's not-- he knows that he fucked up before. But he wants to try again, wants to make it better, fit together in the ways that he thinks he and Kavinsky were maybe always meant to. Or maybe he just wants to believe that they were meant to, that there was weight to the feelings that had never left his chest. He smiles a little at the way he says that he doesn't want to break his face anymore.

Which is a start, anyway. He'll take it.]

Thanks. I want to try and do it right this time. I want to try and- fuck, I dunno. I want to make him happy.

[He shrugs his shoulders, doesn't really know how to put it into words. He feels tied to Kavinsky, like he needs this, like all the years have peeled away the things he hadn't been able to face before. And well, he figures that if Proko will give him a chance, the others will too, even if he has to fight for it.]

[dreamedboy]

[Proko took a moment to reflect on that, to just- think about it. He hadn't even known dreams could have kids but that meant they were more real than he thought. People just like anyone else. Even after all of this time, he struggled with feeling real.]

You know, dreams are still- we're special. Someone wanted us to exist.

[Alright, so the same could be said about most people and kids, but still.]

But I'd always thought there was something about you. I just couldn't figure out what.

[Could dreams feel other dreams? He'd never really had anyone to ask, but it seemed that way now.

Proko smiled.]

At least we're on the same page about something. He deserves to be happy. Especially, after all the shit that's happened.