Big Salmon Lake hateraid

A product of his once-happy background—standing close to friends, so that he could feel the heat from their skin, was an entirely normal thing. He did not require the same personal space that others did, nor was he aware that it was a very important thing. He slipped in and out of the spaces left behind by passing lovers, friends, family, and siblings. Always moving between each. It was less often now he found himself seeking the comfort of proximity, especially with half of his family dead or missing, but it was a subconscious desire all the same.

So he stood beside Hydra, unaware of the discomfort and surprise it brought her, or the overwhelming, all-devouring hint of vastness he'd impressed upon her with his innoculous question. The monster that hoarded his heart. The void. Whatever it was, he felt foolish for allowing even the barest breath of it escape his mouth. "You're here." He replied slowly as he turned to look at her. "I've never met you before, so there's no way this isn't." He admitted shyly. "Can't dream about something you've never seen right?" Right?!