[He doesn’t mean to worry her, of course, but the expression on his face probably isn’t helping — a fair amount of consternation, intermingling with confusion, and that mixing with the stark realization of what he had just dreamt versus the reality of what’s happening now.
(Why? Why did he have a dream like that—? He might die of embarrassment, replaying the images in his head— No, Eddie, don’t replay the images in your head right now, you idiot.)
…But who’s he kidding, really? There’s only one real reason why he’d have a dream like that, and not just because his body only wants to think below the belt line. He can feel his heart beating in his chest like a bird trying to fly out of a cage, looking at her now, and all he can think to himself is, Shit, I’m really in trouble.]
Uh, uhh— [Very eloquent.] It’s nothing. It’s nothing, Haru. Go back to sleep!
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(Why? Why did he have a dream like that—? He might die of embarrassment, replaying the images in his head— No, Eddie, don’t replay the images in your head right now, you idiot.)
…But who’s he kidding, really? There’s only one real reason why he’d have a dream like that, and not just because his body only wants to think below the belt line. He can feel his heart beating in his chest like a bird trying to fly out of a cage, looking at her now, and all he can think to himself is, Shit, I’m really in trouble.]
Uh, uhh— [Very eloquent.] It’s nothing. It’s nothing, Haru. Go back to sleep!