[ Maybe it's not a dream. Could he feel if he were a figment of someone else's imagination? Why would a figment of his imagination question the world they're in? Unless he's projecting his fears onto Imaginary Gordon.
He could probably go deeper and deeper into his own head if he keeps trying to work this out. Maybe he should just shut his brain off and be happy with the fact that Gordon is here, feeling very real, squeezing his arm. That they're both out of Red Valley. ]
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He could probably go deeper and deeper into his own head if he keeps trying to work this out. Maybe he should just shut his brain off and be happy with the fact that Gordon is here, feeling very real, squeezing his arm. That they're both out of Red Valley. ]
...Yeah. Yeah. [ Fuck it, right? ] Um...do you, uh...want a smooshed pastry?
[ He offers the bag with a weak little laugh. Earnest, relieved, still a bit frightened, and tired. ]