*He notes the absence of the smile and his frown returns as he looks away.*
Dreams are... private things. Nightmares more so.
But still, they are just dreams, Kristoph. I probably know that better than most. If we were to use our dreams to judge each other, then our verdicts would likely be equally harsh.
*He turns slightly towards Kristoph, reaching over to take his hand gently, and bringing it up to his face so that the knuckles brush his cheek, against the jawline.*
I am still alive, Kris. And I am still your friend.
*And he kisses Kristoph's fingers lightly before releasing them, then reaching down to pick up his cup again.*
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Date: 2008-08-17 08:45 pm (UTC)Dreams are... private things. Nightmares more so.
But still, they are just dreams, Kristoph. I probably know that better than most. If we were to use our dreams to judge each other, then our verdicts would likely be equally harsh.
*He turns slightly towards Kristoph, reaching over to take his hand gently, and bringing it up to his face so that the knuckles brush his cheek, against the jawline.*
I am still alive, Kris. And I am still your friend.
*And he kisses Kristoph's fingers lightly before releasing them, then reaching down to pick up his cup again.*