Scott didn't mind the way she didn't seem to be able to let go of him just then. There was a part of him that was still worried this wasn't real. He'd had dreams like this before and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to know it was real.
"Not long... Stiles found me, brought me back here." he pulled away, just enough to be able to look at her, but he didn't let go. "Allison... this is real, right?" he whispered, "Because this...this has happened a lot and every time, it's a dream and you always disappear and-" he stopped talking, just took her in, his fingers twisting in the material of her shirt. He just wanted it to be real. Just this once. He needed it to be real.