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Fayth/Dream
Wendy pulled her hatchback into a familiar driveway, and put the near ancient vehicle in park. Leaning back in her seat to undo her buckle, she turned to look at her “son”, who had gone noticeably quiet. He’d begun to fidget; tapping the fingers of his sole hand on his thigh the last few miles or so. It had to be a nerve wracking experience for him, but Wendy was in no mood to coddle. She stretched across the console to undo his seat belt, ignoring his surprised protest.

“It’s going to be fine, honey. Just take it easy and be yourself; no more of this dodging business. Do you need help getting out?”

“No…No I’m fine.”

“…You tell me if you need me. I’m going to get the casserole out of the back.”

Taking a deep breath, Dream opened the car door and stepped out onto what used to be HIS driveway. The act sent a spasm of pain up to his hip, but it wasn’t so terrible that he couldn’t walk it off. His accident had been weeks ago, and though he had barely gotten out of the hospital, Dream was eager to put things to right. He no longer had to walk with a brace, which was nice, and his bruises had healed. All that remained was the ever present act in his bones. Oh, and the horrific stump he was left with. It was a rare occurrence that Dream even acknowledged it. At least all that hospital food had managed to ‘fatten’ him up a bit, which didn’t feel as bad as he thought it would. He was nowhere near pudgy, but having a full stomach felt nice.
Not so nice when he felt like hurling it up, though.

Fayth sat up on the back of the couch and watched the outdoor proceedings through the slates in the living room blinds. This was the first time she could remember seeing her other father, and he looked…weird. Like her, but not. It scared her. What was he doing here? Hadn’t he left? She noticed the way he leaned to one side, as if putting too much pressure on his left side hurt him.
Sitting up further, Fayth all but climbed onto the back of the furniture to get a look. He had so many tails! And they were poofier than they were in the pictures! How did he fit in the car? Absently, she gave her own little tail a flick, suddenly glad she wasn’t fluffier.

He could have left at that moment, and she might have been happy. Papa wouldn’t be, though, so she was going to get through this. But did she really HAVE to? Couldn’t she just go with Grandma Wendy and get ice cream instead?


Quinn
He had been cleaning house for a few days now. Everything was beyond sparkling clean at this point, ever since Wendy had called to say they’d be coming over. They. Her. Dream. His name, even in thought made his heart skip a beat, and put a falter in his step. Dream was coming home. For a visit only to be sure. One step of many needed to set things right in their lives. It needed done this way though, no rushing into things. No, everyone had to get used to everyone after all. Still, he was a bundle of nerves that had a hard time sleeping from anticipation, like a kid waiting for their birthday or Christmas. This felt like all of that rolled into one.

“Fayth…out of the window baby girl.” He didn’t want the blinds messed up after all, or worse her to somehow fall through the window! The house smelled like a combination of faint cleaner since it’d thankfully aired out since his panicked cleaning spree, fresh baked cookies since he had some sitting on a plate and his cologne he knew Dream liked.

He’d heard the car pull up out front and he was anxious again. Should he get up to answer the door now or wait till they knocked? It was hard to decide and he was fidgeting in his seat horribly. So he settled for getting to his feet, and reaching for his daughter and pulling her into his arms. “Come here you. We’re about to have company so we should have the couch clear.” He squeezed her gently, smiling at her.


Fayth/Dream
Scowling, she pulled away from the blinds, and flipped around to sit on the couch. This was so…so…wrong! How come she had to get all dressed up just because he was coming in? Fayth even had her good shoes on; indoors. The concept baffled her.

I’m not going to hug him. Someone was going to make her, and she was ready! Still…what if he wanted to hug her? What if he asked her too? What if he cried? She really, really hoped he wouldn’t. Papa would be angry then. Grandma too, but grandma always caved; Papa wouldn’t.
When her Papa pulled her up, she couldn’t help picking up on his anxiety. What if…what if he didn’t like her? If he left again Papa would be sad and that was bad, but…ugh! Curling up her nose, Fayth looked at Quinn critically, “You smell weird.”

A moment after there was a knock on the door before Wendy let herself in. She had a casserole dish in her hands, and a smile on her face. “Grandma’s here! And I’ve brought someone else with me- Get your a** up that landing and into this house!” Her smile turned into a stern frown as she looked outside. “Chin up, chest out and-“

“I got it.” Dream grumbled as he walked through the door. He was dressed ‘casually’; meaning, for once in his life, he had voluntarily left his the house in jeans and a t-shirt. His bandaged stump was clearly visible, but the easy access the short sleeves gave was worth it when it came time to clean the damned thing. He was nervous; his nail flicking behind him almost constantly. “Hey Quinn.” He smiled nervously.

Fayth couldn’t help thinking how he looked like a hobo and a dandelion wrapped into one.

Of course she wouldn’t have noticed the fine cut of his jeans, or the scent of Dream’s own cologne. All she saw was his solid crimson eyes, taking in both her and her Papa. He didn’t seem like he was breathing for a moment; almost like the surprised look she gave when her Papa surprised her with something big, like cake.

Dream stepped shuffled out of his slip on loafers and stepped forward, noticeably leaning on his right side. “Fayth…?”


Quinn
“Do I? I’m wearing cologne today.” He hadn’t thought about it smelling weird, it was a scent he liked, and he knew Dream did as well. He looked and felt almost relieved as Wendy let them in, that was easier and less awkward than answering the door himself. Wendy was welcome to come in as she wanted honestly, as much as she’d helped him with Fayth it was just natural to him really.

The scent of Dream’s cologne filled the air as well, a smile on his face though it was a nervous one really. His arms tightened slightly around Fayth as Dream came near not wanting her to squirm away or worse he accidentally lose his hold on her from Dream coming so close. God it’s so good to have him back in the house. though he realized there was no photos out anywhere of the two of them. He’d never gotten an answer from Urban on where they were and now he wished he had some sitting around. It felt weird to have Dream here and none of their photos around.

Quinn’s eyes slid to the girl he held, and his voice was soft. “Fayth, baby…this is your dad…. Dream…this is Fayth…our daughter.” His voice was soft, nervous really. Arceus…why’m I so nervous?


Fayth/Dream
If cologne was what made everyone smells so weird then Fayth wasn’t so sure she liked it. It smelled nice to a point, but it felt like they were both trying too hard. She wrapped her arms around Quinn’s neck, leaning against him while watching Dream come closer. To her credit the girl didn’t shy away from him, but neither did she make any moves to close the distance. “No he’s not, Papa.” Fayth looked up at Quinn, before turning to look at Dream, and back to her papa. “I’ve only got one dad; you.”

Dream might as well have been sucker punched in the balls. The shock on his face was coupled with a sharp inhale that he held onto until he was calm enough to release it. What had he expected? For his little girl to instantly latch onto him like she did Quinn? She didn’t know him anymore than he knew her. “That’s…that’s okay, Fayth.” He knew she was going to be big, but why was she that big? She was a child! Wasn’t there usually some toddling years? Had he missed those too? “You don’t have to call me dad if you don’t want to, but is it alright if I come to visit with you?”

She seemed to think on it for a while. “…I guess.” The girl couldn’t have sounded more put out if she’d tried.

He looked to Quinn, and gave a sort of sad smile. This was a step; however small. And one he was going to commit to.


Quinn
Those words hit Quinn hard so he could only imagine how hard it hit Dream. Still he staggered just slightly as if he’d been struck, and frowned softly. “No baby girl you have two of us. You just have to get to know him too sweetie.” His voice was gentle, but there was a hint of sternness. She wasn’t getting out of this one bit.

He sighed some at their conversation, shoulders slumping a little. “Well she can’t very well call you by your first name either…and has to call you something.” he looked to Wendy then, a look of ‘A little help here?’ thrown at her. Maybe she could intervene slightly. Her and Fayth had a way together…maybe she could get things taken care of somehow… boy did he hope.


Fayth/Dream
“I don’t have have to do anything.” She pouted stubbornly, giving the same fiery frown that her own father famous for. It would have been cute outside of this situation. Even if Papa wanted her to, she didn’t have to do it. She might agree to talk to him, but that was it!

“Really, Quinn, it’s alright. I’ve been called worse things than my own name.” Dream smirked sardonically. When standing for too long began to tire him, Dream sat down on the couch, awkwardly moving his lone arm to prop his hip on a cushion. If this was the only argument he had with his daughter then he would be a blessed man. Even if he wasn’t happy with it, conceding to this might open some doors.

Seeing how her resigned her son was to the change, and Quinn’s little look, Wendy sighed. She moved to take the casserole into the kitchen, but when she returned her attention was on Fayth. “Honey, like it or not, you’ve got two daddies. You don’t have to call Dream dad, but you can’t ignore that he is your dad, okay? We’re not asking you to like him, just to try.”
Fayth furrowed her brow. “Fine.”

“Sassy one, aren’t you?” Fayth turned sharply to look at Dream, surprised to see him smiling. “It’s cute. I like that you’re not afraid to say what you think; that’s good.” It was a quieter compliment, but it made her take stock of him.


Quinn
“I think I might’ve called you worse when we first met.” There was a low laugh from him as he sat down on the couch as well, minding Dream so he didn’t jostle him too badly. He kept Fayth in his lap while he sat, grinning a moment.

“I can’t imagine where she gets that from Dream. You’ve never been afraid to say what you think. It’s a quality I’ve always admired about you. I’m glad she got that from you.” It was true! He was relaxing a little with each passing moment, and turned to Wendy. “Did I see you brought a casserole? Thank you for that.” He smiled at her with a fondness that had developed as he got to know her better. He had been so thankful for her presence through all this really.

Finally he let Fayth go, so she could go to Wendy if she wanted and he looked back to Dream. “You’re looking good.” so good…damn….. His heart thudded painfully again as he looked at him, inhaling a little sharper than he had meant to. Damn this felt like falling for him all over again.


Fayth/Dream
“I did! And it’s going to get cold if we don’t eat it soon. Fayth, will you help me set the table?” Wendy held her hand out for Fayth, who left her Papa’s side hesitantly. She wasn’t so sure about leaving them alone, but she would be close enough to protect him if he needed her. No one was going to make her Papa sad while she was around!

“Can I get the biggest piece?” She asked, trailing off with Wendy into the kitchen.

Dream watched her leave with a little chuckle, and turned back to Quinn. If at all possible he seemed to have calmed after his accident. Maybe it was the physical trauma, or the shock into reality, but he felt…lighter. “Let’s hope that’s all she got from me. I want her to be calm and level headed, like you. She’ll get into less trouble that way.”

His ears gave a little twitch. “You too. The house looks great, smells like…” Now that he was closer to Quinn, he could pick up the hint of cologne. Dream closed his eyes, taking in a deep inhale with the broadest of grins. The scent was all Quinn, and reminded him of better days. “Arceus, Quinn, I’ve missed you.”


Quinn
There was a relieved expression as Fayth went to go help Wendy serve up the food, it felt a little less awkward with her slight hostility missing from the immediate picture. He knew she was worried about him, he’d been a mess for so long really. Hearing her ask for the biggest piece made him laugh softly. “That’s my little Munchlax.” It was why he made sure they stayed well stocked up on food all the time.

“Maybe that has something to do with the water in me, and yours is more to do with the fire in you. Hopefully, she’ll be a perfect balance of us both as she grows up.” He could only hope, but it was hard to say, there was plenty of time till she grew bigger really.

The comment on the house made him grin sheepishly. “When Wendy called to say you’d be by today…I got nervous and I cleaned the entire house top to bottom twice…in a few hours.” He ducked his head slightly, amused by his reaction now more than anything really. His hand reached out and lightly resting on Dream’s leg. “I’ve missed you too….I’m so glad you’re here today.” His voice was soft, and he scooted a little closer to the other without realizing he was doing so. It was like two magnets being pulled together.


Fayth/Dream
“That’s so nerdy.” Dream quirked his lip. It made perfect sense, but it was so basic, too. And he wasn’t so sure she had any fire in her at all. Sure, she looked like him as a kid, but there was that matter of shying away from him…Maybe now that he was out of the hospital they could finally get that figured out.

“A few hours?” Dream twisted around to get a good look at the place; it was spotless. “How did you manage to get all that done with Fayth around? Quinn, you know the place could look like a wreck, and I would still come over, right?” It looked like home, but then, it didn’t. All of his little touches were gone; as were the pictures. Instead he saw toys, couch pillows that Quinn very likely didn’t pick out, and drawings taped to doors.
Distracted by Quinn, Dream looked back to the other teen and placed his hand on his. His fingers trailed along Quinn’s, turning his hand over to interlace his fingers with the larger man’s. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the wo-“

“Tables set!” Fayth called out from the doorway, her hands on her little hips. She had spied on them long enough to know she needed to step in. At first the girl had been content enough to help her grandma with table setting, but after a while her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Why were they looking at each other like that? It was weird!
Dream snapped back like she’d squirted him with water, pulling his fingers away from Quinn’s.


Quinn
“Guess I’ve gotten a little nerdy reading all these books to Fayth each night.” He chuckled softly as he said that, losing himself in Dream’s eyes for a few moments. Though he grinned a moment. “It’s amazing what a sudden bout of nervous energy can do to a soul. Only thing I really has to do today was straighten up Fayth’s toys again and revacuum. I got that done while cookies baked.”

He was more than happy to hold Dream’s hand in his, his own fingers curling gently, his heart racing again, as he looked at Dream. This just felt so right. He knew this was why things couldn’t have worked with Aatami. Oh sure the little Leafeon was adorable and all, but he was hopelessly stuck on Dream.

Fayth’s little voice breaking into their little world startled him, but there was a fleeting frown as Dream pulled his hand away from his own, the bright look in his eyes fading a little before he cleared his throat and got to his feet. “Thank you babygirl, we’ll be right there. Here let me give you some help.” He held a hand out to the Ninetails, to help him up off the couch then.


Fayth/Dream
Fayth wasn’t sure how she liked her Papa staying around Dream, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She didn’t want to walk away, though. There was too much uncertainty in her with the whole situation; why was everyone acting like he was an old friend, when he walked out? Wasn’t that a bad thing?

Clearing his throat, Dream took Quinn’s hand and stiffly pulling himself up off the couch. It took more effort getting started than it did to walk and it showed in the way he gritted his teeth. Once he was up and stable, he exhaled, opening his eyes to catch his daughter watching him.
“What’s wrong with you?” She asked frankly, watching him with childlike curiosity.

The abrupt question stunned Dream. He looked to Quinn, giving him a sort of ‘help me out here’ look. Ironically, the same look Quinn had given Wendy not a half hour ago.

“Fayth, honey, come in and sit down.” Wendy called out from the kitchen, but she stood firm. She wanted to know why Papa was being so special towards him.

“In a minute. I wanna know.”


Quinn
“Easy…take your time on getting up.” His voice was soft and worried, he didn’t want Dream to move too fast and hurt himself. He recalled how badly off he’d been in the hospital, and so he was surprised he was even up and walking and not in a wheelchair, or brace of some sort.

He couldn’t help the low laugh at the look shot at him, he knew that was the very same look he’d given to Wendy after all, and still holding onto Dreams hand, he turned to Fayth then. “He was in a car accident baby girl, and he was hurt really bad. So now it’s hard for him to move around easily, and probably will be for awhile.” It was the truth, though not the entire truth. When she was older she could get the whole story if she wanted it.

“Go on, go get seated at the table with grandma Wendy, and we’ll be right behind you, I promise.” He wasn’t about to let Dream make the short trip to the table on his own. Nope, his hand was staying wrapped around the one in his hand, it was as simple as that really.


Fayth/Dream
It was out of sheer force of determination that Dream wasn’t held down with a wheelchair or some aid. The pain meds were even to ease it off enough so that he could walk in short bursts. That was all he needed, really, with his level of activity these days.

What’s wrong with you?

The question kind of burned him. It was one he had asked himself on more than one occasion, and even though he knew she was only asking what was physically wrong it still got him to thinking. Thinking was bad for him, though, so he tried to push it out. “I just got out of the hospital a few days ago, so go easy on me.” He tried to smile at her, but she seemed uneasy. Like she was going to be sympathetic, and didn’t necessarily want to be. It was amusing to see.

“I’m sitting by you, Papa.” She held up two fingers to her eyes, then motioned to them and back to her before walking off. The little hybrid found her spot at the table and claimed it by putting her rump down firmly in the chair. Wendy quirked her brow at the child, but chose not to say anything. Fayth was relatively quiet…until she saw the cookies. “Can I have one?”
“Not until you’ve had your supper.”

“What if I eat them at the same time? Can I have one then?”

Dream could hear her from the other room, and turned to Quinn, “What kind of cookies are they, anyway? They smell really good.” This coming from the normally strict eater was something of a change, even for him. The Ninetales was trying not to go overboard with his food experiments, but temptations were strong.

When he stepped forward, he kept his hand in Quinn’s and relied heavily on the larger man for balance. It wasn’t something he was expecting, but it felt nice to have that stability back. Especially since the closer he got to the table the more he wobbled, his entire body tense.


Quinn
“Alright baby girl, you can sit by me.” He could see that she was uncomfortable with Dream being there, and he figured conceding in this was for the best at this point. It would be easier than a fight at this point.

He could hear the discussion from the table about the cookies, and shook his head in amusement, the question about the kind had Quinn grin some. “Well…I have chocolate chip and m&m cookies…and I have peanut butter…and I have oatmeal raisin….” It helped to keep busy by baking…and Fayth seemed to like the fresh cookies.

He kept his hand wrapped around Dream’s, supporting him in that walk to the table, almost carrying him the last few feet to his chair so he didn’t over do it. “Easy now…I’ve got you…just lean on me darlin’.” Nope, not about to let Dream go at all.


Fayth/Dream
“Ooh, oatmeal raisin.”

Dream couldn’t think of who had said it first; him or Fayth. She looked up at him with a look of shock, one that had Wendy chuckling. “You two would pick the worst cookies to love.”

“Nuh, uh! They’re the best.” So…maybe Dream wasn’t so bad. At least his taste in cookies was alright. Granted, she hadn’t tasted a single cookie that she hated, but oatmeal raisin was her favorite.

Giving Quinn one last squeeze, he slipped down into his seat stiffly, wiggling around until he found a comfortable position. More than a few of his tail were used as extra support on his bad hip, helping to ease the aches. “Thanks, babe.” Before he got truly situated, Dream leaned up and gave Quinn a chaste kiss on the cheek. It was a brave move considering their situation, and the look Fayth gave him could have killed Dream in an instant.
“Here you go, sweetheart.” Fayth watched as Wendy brought out a special bottle of something greenish for Dream to drink. Oh, now he got his own special juice?

“What’s that? I want some too.”

Dream quirked his brow. “I don’t think you’ll like it. How about orange juice instead? Or apple?”

“I can handle it.” Sitting up her seat, she gave off the air of a puffed up house pet in a pack of wolves. Dream shrugged and handed the bottle off to her. She unscrewed the cap, looked at the weird liquid inside, and gave it a healthy gulp. Then immediately spat it back out; all over Quinn. “Ewww! What’s in this?! It’s nasty!”

“That…would be the Wheatgrass.”


Quinn
The fact they both had the same reaction to the cookies at the same time made Quinn laugh softly, it was amusing to hear them both say that, to see one more thing they had in common with one another. “They’re not so bad. Not my favorite cookies but still really good.” He hadn’t even made the ones he had a preference for.

“Any time.” The words soft, fingers brushing over Dreams’ hair gently, a soft smile on his face, and he completely missing the killer look from Fayth. If he’d seen it…he might have chastised her a bit for it. Though it stood to reason she got punished enough by insisting she wanted Dream’s drink.

Hearing what it was, Quinn couldn’t help it, he snickered at the disgusted look on their daughters face. “Maybe next time someone tells you that you won’t like something, you should listen to them baby girl hm? Now, do you want apple juice with dinner tonight?” he was more than a little amused to be perfectly honest.


Fayth/Dream
Curling her nose, the little hybrid just nodded her head. Apple juice sounded amazing compared to that nastiness. “Who drinks grass juice, anyway?! That’s just weird.” There really was something wrong with Dream, and it wasn’t his injuries! She tried scraping it off her tongue, but the flavor stayed.
Shaking her head at the whole thing, Wendy started dishing out portions onto the plates before moving back to the kitchen. “I’ve got it, Quinn, so go ahead and get comfortable.”

Dream reached for the remainder of his juice, and tipped it in a mock salute to Fayth. “It’s not that bad once you get used to it. You might even like it.” Or she could just hate him more. That was always a possibility.
When Wendy returned, she handed the apple juice off to Fayth and sat a drink in front of Quinn before taking her own seat. Watching Quinn interact with their daughter was something out of a tv show for him. It was surreal. He had imagined it happening when she was still in her egg, but had never been around to see it. Well, to see her respond back to him beyond gurgling, anyway. What wariness she held for Dream was dropped the moment Quinn gave her attention. Even Wendy had full sway over her. Would she ever look at him like that? With that full amount of trust, and love?
“So, Fayth, what kinds of things do you do with your dad? Do you play sports? Dance?”

“…I like guns. I can take a 40 cal Glock apart and put it back together really fast.”

Dream gave an arch stare at Quinn as if to say ‘Do you do anything NORMAL with our daughter?’.


Quinn
“It’s a healthy drink. Your dad can get me to drink it on rare occasion. It was decent for when I was trying to get into better shape.” Gross, but decent. He’d gotten to the point he could drink it down without much of a face though he didn’t care for it anyhow. So that Dream enjoyed it, well good for him.

“Thanks Wendy, I appreciate it.” He really did! He had just taken a sip of his juice when Fayth easily rattled off what they did together, and he get that look from Dream. Choking on his drink a moment he coughed, and cleared his throat. “Darlin’ you know what I did for a living, is it any wonder I’ve taught our girl how to handle herself around guns? Never know when I have to have my gear out for something, and I’d rather she know the right way to handle it and herself around it, than risk her getting hurt.”

He was grinning a proud papa grin though. “She’s real good at learning….I was thinking of taking her to the ranger with me sometime soon, see how she shoots.” Completely the truth, and not something he’d mentioned to Wendy even. But really, goggles, and ear plugs and she’d be just fine there with his supervision and teaching. Still, he waited for dirty looks to come his way!


Fayth/Dream
“It’s better than soda and bottled juice, that’s for sure.” Drinking with his left hand wasn’t so odd, but picking up the fork was. Dream had always been right handed, so now using his less dominant hand was something of a task. He had to be fully aware of what he was doing at all times just to make sure he didn’t drop anything. So far he had yet to master how to use chopsticks, which was a damn shame, considering how much he liked Asian cuisine.
After taking a bite, he pointed the now cleared fork at Quinn and swallowed. “I thought you’d at least wait until she was a little older. She should be playing with dolls, not learning how to handle guns.”

“Oh, she’s got those too, trust me,” Dream turned to Wendy, who was busily munching down on her food. She shrugged her shoulders. “What? I think it’s healthy for her to take in interest in his work.” Of course the pilot would say that. Dream had nearly forgotten how early she had taken her girls into the skies with her.

“Papa’s right, I’m really smart and I know what to do.” Fayth nodded. Someday she wanted to learn how to shoot with two guns, but right now she was barely allowed to practice with one. Little steps, he said, but she knew she was ready. “I know how to reload a fresh clip while focusing on-“
“I get it, you know what you’re doing.” Dream interrupted. The thought of his little girl with a weapon in her hand of any kind though gave him a heart murmur. If his own actions didn’t put him in an early grave, then Quinn would dig the hole for him while Fayth punted him in. “Could we…try to do something else, too? How about gymnastics, or dance.”
It was the second time he’d brought up dance, and Fayth still wasn’t impressed. Gymnastics though…that didn’t sound too bad. She wasn’t sure what it meant, but she DID know that people went to the gym to train. All kinds of strong people and poke’mon went to gyms. “I could do gymnastics. But only if I can go to the shooting range with Papa, too.”


Quinn
“I don’t do the soda thing anymore, and bottled juice only once in awhile. I’ve been getting our juice from some orchard that does the juicing process there, so it’s fresh. Mostly unsweetened too. It’s kind of nice, try a sip?” his glass was lifted and offered out to Dream to try then.

He was pleased when Wendy took his side on things, and relaxed slightly. “She really has taken an interest. I’ve told her a few stories. Tame ones I promise, but stories none the less, and she’s been a very good student. She wants to learn to dual wield guns, so once she’s good with one, I’ll be showing her that. I have a feeling it won’t take her long.”

The mention of gymnastics made him thoughtful. “You know, that would probably be a really good thing for you to go too. Your dad and grandma can take you to those lessons how’s that? Seem’s more up his alley, and I’m sure he’d enjoy spending time with you and getting to know you better. Besides, gymnastics can teach you all sorts of neat things your ol’ papa here isn’t limber enough for. Could be helpful for you as you get older.”

He looked across to Dream then. “That sound good to you darlin’? You getting her to gymnastic classes and staying with her through them?” he was extending a measure of trust to the other teen here, allowing her to be alone with Dream and all. He wanted to be able to give him the benefit of the doubt.


Fayth/Dream