[ yves listens quietly with the same attention that he listens to any of taair's stories. it sounds familiar to him, in certain ways. to long for something that you never thought you'd be able to find—and then discovering it here, with a million different caveats and ways in which that it's still imperfect. ]

... I think that'd stop being a dream, and start being more of a nightmare. No one can blame you for wanting a blissful life filled with friendship and laughter, but... it's also hard to be prepared for days in which the laughter pauses. Or the friendship ruptures for one reason or another.

[ a little sigh, one of understanding. there is an ache in yves's own words ]

There's nothing ridiculous about it, Taair. I'm just sorry that reality had to hit you so hard, so early into your new journey.