[Hob didn't feel as though it was intrusive, not entirely, but he did look momentarily awkward and blushed, which he tried to hide with his napkin as he dabbed his mouth. After all, a man couldn't control what or who he dreamed about, and Hob was a man, after all. Some dreams were not fit for publication.]
Sometimes. Sometimes I remember them, but it's like trying to remember what something looks like through a fog. Other times, it's less a memory or more of a feeling when I wake up. Fear. Loss. Pleasure.
[He knows some people are the type that remember their dreams even more vividly. Perhaps they're better connected to the other realm.
As Morpheus thanked him, Hob smiled.]
I'm glad you thought so. But that's just the start. We have other things to see and do.
[He moved to the door but was stopped by the sudden rush of people making their way noisily in. So as not to impede their walking, he stepped aside and with only a bit of space to work with, his arm went naturally around Morpheus' waist, hand on the man's hip to draw him closer and allow the others some more room. His shoulder turned outward, shielding his friend from all the jostling and bumping that came with people squeezing through the space between tables. For a second, he just enjoyed that closeness until he had to let go so they could proceed outdoors.]
Indeed. I helped pave this path, you know.
[Hob gestured at the pedestrian walkway that lead into the park and wound its way inside.]
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Date: 2022-09-01 12:17 am (UTC)Sometimes. Sometimes I remember them, but it's like trying to remember what something looks like through a fog. Other times, it's less a memory or more of a feeling when I wake up. Fear. Loss. Pleasure.
[He knows some people are the type that remember their dreams even more vividly. Perhaps they're better connected to the other realm.
As Morpheus thanked him, Hob smiled.]
I'm glad you thought so. But that's just the start. We have other things to see and do.
[He moved to the door but was stopped by the sudden rush of people making their way noisily in. So as not to impede their walking, he stepped aside and with only a bit of space to work with, his arm went naturally around Morpheus' waist, hand on the man's hip to draw him closer and allow the others some more room. His shoulder turned outward, shielding his friend from all the jostling and bumping that came with people squeezing through the space between tables. For a second, he just enjoyed that closeness until he had to let go so they could proceed outdoors.]
Indeed. I helped pave this path, you know.
[Hob gestured at the pedestrian walkway that lead into the park and wound its way inside.]