[He didn't bat an eye when Dimitri said he'd dreamt Elijah, rolling the information over and over in his head. He couldn't judge, not really. Not after he'd dreamed Prokopenko back to life, though this sounded different. It was still similar enough, close to the same thing in essence.
Glancing over his shoulder instinctively, he eyed the pool table for a moment before shrugging and returning his attention to the other boy.]
I'm decent enough.
[Sliding off the table again, he wiggled his toes in the rug, head tilted to the side. He didn't know what sort of expectations he'd had about this encounter, but- the lack of threats was refreshing, really.]
Don't I know it.
[Being a dreamer was super fucking dangerous sometimes. People either wanted you dead or wanted to exploit you. Or both, sometimes.
He hesitated for a moment, pushing his fingers through his hair in an attempt to comb it back from his face.]
He matters to me, too. If that's what you're worried about.
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Glancing over his shoulder instinctively, he eyed the pool table for a moment before shrugging and returning his attention to the other boy.]
I'm decent enough.
[Sliding off the table again, he wiggled his toes in the rug, head tilted to the side. He didn't know what sort of expectations he'd had about this encounter, but- the lack of threats was refreshing, really.]
Don't I know it.
[Being a dreamer was super fucking dangerous sometimes. People either wanted you dead or wanted to exploit you. Or both, sometimes.
He hesitated for a moment, pushing his fingers through his hair in an attempt to comb it back from his face.]
He matters to me, too. If that's what you're worried about.