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[distorting]

[He's sitting cross-legged on a bed in a room that isn't very well lit. The only light that's coming in is from a nearby window, but even then, the dark seems to be crowding the room. Tate seems to stand out from the dark, his blond, messy hair being the only thing that really makes him stand out in the first place.

There is a long quiet that feels awkward and almost wrong as he slowly gets up from the bed to look around the room. He looks familiar enough with it, like he's been there for his whole life, but there's something in his eyes that suggests a longing for something more. It's like nostalgia had taken over him completely. He looks perplexed for a moment, staring down at the bed sheets before looking up abruptly, straight at a memory, or perhaps someone who's not supposed to be in his dream at all. ]

I'm sick of being here.

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[distorting]

[He freezes for a moment, his breath catching, before he swallows and nods. He looks at her sympathetically, reaching a hand over to touch her arm with affection.]

Your mom's not here, Violet. It's okay.

[Even if he didn't believe a word he said.]

[hasevolved]

But it's not okay. [She doesn't draw away, but her tone is sharp, biting, angry with herself.] She's out there, back out in the real world, Tate. And it's not just gonna go away by going to sleep.

[Now, she lays her cards now, concentrating hard.]

[distorting]

What if the home time stops while we're here? Ever think of that?

[He's distracted, not having touched his cards -- he has to pay attention to her.]

[hasevolved]

Then what about when we go back, Tate? She'll still be in some padded room. And my dad'll just fuck things up even more.

[She puts a hand on her head.]

Shit.

[distorting]

We'll figure this out, Violet.

[He gives her a pleading look -- he doesn't like her in this state of mind. It makes him sad that he can't bring her out of it sometimes. His pause is filled with emotion, even if he's not expressing it clearly enough.]

Together.

[hasevolved]

[She doesn't like it, either. Violet takes a slow breath, running her tongue quickly across her bottom lip. He's right, he has to be. Things will work out. And there's no use worrying about it in a dream, right? This was their chance to forget about all that.]

... Yeah.

[She nods, picking the cards up again.]

I know.

[distorting]

You know you can trust me.

[He picks up his own cards, sending her one last worried glance before focusing on his hand.]

[hasevolved]

[She bobs her head in a nod.]

I know. Of course.

[If she couldn't trust him, then who was there?]

[distorting]

We're gonna be okay.

[he sounds pretty sure of himself, too.]

[hasevolved]

[Of course he does. A reluctant smile finds its way onto her features as she puts her anxieties from her mind.]

I'm not sure about you, though... 'cause you're gonna lose this game.

[distorting]

[Tate stares at Violet for a few seconds before he laughs.]

No way.

[hasevolved]

Yes way. [She looks unconcerned as she rifles through her cards.]

You first.

[distorting]

What are we betting on?

[hasevolved]

[She quirks a brow.] What even is there to bet on, in a dream?

[distorting]

It could be anything. What do you want?

[hasevolved]

[Oh, come on, you should know this by now. But, she doesn't say the obvious answer. Instead, her lip curls.]

Anything? Okay, a bunch of vinyls. The good ones.

[She half-shrugs.] You?