[Al's eyes seem impossibly large in his thin face, wide with amazement and surprise as he stares at Zack's hand gripping his. He can feel the material of the glove and then the warmth of Zack's hand through it, and it's... wonderful. It's the most fantastic thing that he's felt in a long time, and he can scarcely believe it's real.]
I don't know.
[He wrenches his gaze back up to Zack's face, trying to focus on the actual conversation at hand, which is hard when he is being bombarded by sensation from every direction.]
I just woke up this morning in my real body, I don't-- Am I dreaming?
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I don't know.
[He wrenches his gaze back up to Zack's face, trying to focus on the actual conversation at hand, which is hard when he is being bombarded by sensation from every direction.]
I just woke up this morning in my real body, I don't-- Am I dreaming?