Fred stared up at him; of course, she blushed a little. It wasn't like people made it a habit to touch her like that, or really touch her at all. Certainly not in the City. Holding hands and hugs was one thing, the touch on the cheek was another. Her brows furrowed as she looked him in the eye..
"Well, of course, I have," her voice a little soft, matching his, sort of. "But, I also know that I have been touched that way. Same goes for the reverse too. I have to remind myself I am indeed wearing underwear cause it just becomes second nature, skin like feeling. And, there was that one time I didn't have any. Nothing like running around without undies." Her mind had slipped away from the moment, eye contact lost, but her mind and the eye contact were back soon enough.
"Reality is more than perception. I know. So, what makes real real? For me it's simply accepting that this is real. You.." She poked his chest. "Are here, so am I." A pause. "There's a song that goes like that. Of course, that song really isn't very good for reality cause it's about how someone only has eyes for one person, and there was a guy who could take himself apart. Hands, eyes, creepy stuff."
She poked his chest again. "We are real. I accept this. Why don't you? Or is it awfully personal?"