Dieter let his eyes fall closed with fingers raking through his hair, head tipped back and trusting, carefree lightness to his features. "I don't know, I think if I found you in my dreams I wouldn't try to fight you out," he told him. He would welcome that kind of dream with open arms.
It sounded scary, though. Swarming, tearing. Dying or running out the time. He sighed with soft pleasure at the feeling of nails skimming so lightly over his scalp.
"But it's not like the movies on Elm Street, right? If you die in the dream, you don't die in real life?" he checked, eyes opening again to look up at him, head tilting slightly.