ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

He takes in a breath sharply when she grabs his shirt, as welcome as it is he hadn't expected it. If she's as eager to live in denial as him then all the better, her utterance only cementing that feeling in his mind. "Done deal," he agrees with a soft sigh, though the more she comes around the more he does become conscious of his body's predicament. Usually he would have run away by now, but since they're both avoiding real life, it's only becoming more apparent what else wants to join the party. He tries to think it away, but with her pressed so closely it really is a lost cause.