"Steal for safety?" Niki plucked those two words out of the jumble, because they sounded such an oxymoron to him, and he liked that about it. "I don't like nightmares." He had them. Nightmares sometimes, odd dreams much more often. He didn't mind the odd dreams. He did mind the nightmares.
He twirled a strand of Theodore's hair around his fingertip and then let it go, as if he expected it to spring into a coil, but of course it did not.
"Are you still in school?" he asked, the whispering in his head telling him that Theodore was older than him! That couldn't be.