As she moves closer to him, Derek adjusts his hold, keeping her snug against his body, partially because he likes how that feels and partially because he thinks maybe it's the closeness that comforts her.
Her question throw him off a little because, in her silence, his own mind started to wander back into the depths of his own dreams. They both make sense and absolutely don't, somehow, at the same time. He can mentally write off some things while others, well...not so much.
"What? Me and you, right here and right now?" Derek asks. "Still stuck in the nightmare?"
Derek shifts a little so that he can slide an arm out from under her, holding up all five of his fingers. "Count my fingers out loud," he says. "In dreams, you can't count properly. If you can count to five, in order, you're awake and this is real. That's how I have to tell sometimes, when the dreams are a little too real."
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Her question throw him off a little because, in her silence, his own mind started to wander back into the depths of his own dreams. They both make sense and absolutely don't, somehow, at the same time. He can mentally write off some things while others, well...not so much.
"What? Me and you, right here and right now?" Derek asks. "Still stuck in the nightmare?"
Derek shifts a little so that he can slide an arm out from under her, holding up all five of his fingers. "Count my fingers out loud," he says. "In dreams, you can't count properly. If you can count to five, in order, you're awake and this is real. That's how I have to tell sometimes, when the dreams are a little too real."