No. Yes. I don't know. [He feels like he's in a fog but he can tell that Will is real, and if Will is real then this isn't a dream, he isn't still there. Nico quiets and finishes the last piece of his bread, dusting the crumbs off of his lap before reaching for Will. He winds both of his arms around Will's, aching to be closer.]
I know you're real. [Even as he says it, the slightest sliver of doubt creeps into his mind, less driven by the quieting voice in his head and more by the fear of possibility. What if Will isn't? What if he's wrong? what then? He holds Will tighter, his brow creasing. Fear drapes itself over him like a heavy blanket.]
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I know you're real. [Even as he says it, the slightest sliver of doubt creeps into his mind, less driven by the quieting voice in his head and more by the fear of possibility. What if Will isn't? What if he's wrong? what then? He holds Will tighter, his brow creasing. Fear drapes itself over him like a heavy blanket.]