He tucked his head against hers. Whatever else might be new and different and strange, this was familiar, this gentle closeness. He stretched out, considering her answer. "I'd miss it too," he replied, his voice briefly quiet and serious, losing its accustomed teasing lilt. He would have to do some thinking in the coming days, thinking about what made one oneself -- changed as he was, strange as this was, he was still himself, recognizable, the same within. But he wasn't ready to make that into a discussion, nor did he want to bring her mood down. "We can stay a while, have some fun," he said aloud.

He could imagine it, tentatively; slipping back and forth between two worlds, one belonging to the everyday, one belonging to her. He thought he wouldn't mind it.

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