The thing was gone from his mouth and Harmony whimpered at it's loss, not because he wanted it back but because his dreaming self knew what came next and dreaded it. He was pulled away from the warmth of a body though and that confused him in the dreamscape, had him frowning and growing distressed again. He slumped against the wall unable to stand under his own power and where the whore slipped away the boy returned. He started shaking his head and his hand lifted again but this time in some semblance of protest. His breathing came fast and shallow and near panic, a stark contrast from what happened at the simple gesture of being held.