[There are conclusions to be drawn from the way his eyes won't quite meet hers. Does she still look like herself or the same but other? There's no way to tell now that she's so firmly inhabiting this body.
Natasha moves to stand next to him, shifts the umbrella so it'll cover them both, and watches the rain soaked street in front of them fill up with cars and people hurrying to get out of the rain.
They're still in a bubble. Untouched. The people looking faded like they were drawn with water colors as they duck past. Are they seeing the same things? She can't help but wonder. Maybe they're dreaming separately but at the same time.]
I've been pulled into worse dreams. [The words are offered with a certain wryness.]
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Natasha moves to stand next to him, shifts the umbrella so it'll cover them both, and watches the rain soaked street in front of them fill up with cars and people hurrying to get out of the rain.
They're still in a bubble. Untouched. The people looking faded like they were drawn with water colors as they duck past. Are they seeing the same things? She can't help but wonder. Maybe they're dreaming separately but at the same time.]
I've been pulled into worse dreams. [The words are offered with a certain wryness.]
A memory or wishful thinking?