( Lacing her fingers once grasped in his soft hold, her finger and thumb on her other hand twitching in anticipation to pinch the top of his hand at the first sign of laughter. But the soft smile and the caress to her hand that gives her all the comfort in the world.

In fact, she's reassured and listens intently to his words, golden eyes staring into his as he compliments her dreams. Even share some envy for them, as she gives a squeeze of her his hand. )

It was always heartbreaking when the ones I want to remember are the ones that disappear as soon as I wake up.

( And he had to throw that wink in with the want to pick a fight with someone she may have completely made up. A smirk on her face, with a shake of her head. If her hand was free, she'd cross her arms and stare at him in amusement. )

Of course you'd want a crack at them. But who knows, you just might if your dreams get influenced now by my dreams. I will say, the fights always a tough one, equally matched, so you'd have to try extra hard.

( Leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. )

Maybe if you win, I'll even give you a congratulatory kiss.