Dream (2)

Only he knew just how much he prayed for all this to happen. All the yearning that he had in his heart was poured out by his tears as he clutched Fallan's clothes, pulling him closer to himself. 

He didn't care if all of this was a dream; in fact, he was even more thankful. That despite it being a dream, he experienced the feeling of being in the other's arms again. 

Davy would savor it until he could finally feel it again in reality, giving him more hope and determination to go forward. 

Eventually, with Fallan's soothing voice and the way the man caressed his back in an attempt to calm him down, his tears ceased, but his eyes were still soaked, which Fallan carefully wiped for him. 

He raised his head, staring at the face he could only see in his memories. Davy stared at him intently, memorizing every bit of detail. His hold didn't loosen; he was afraid that if he did, Fallan would vanish like smoke in front of him.