[ Bless you, Nico. Lark goes quiet momentarily, trying to figure out how he should explain this without feeling lame, before realising that's probably impossible right now. He spent part of his morning crying like a child and his roommate caught the tail end of it, he's already hit that point. ]
I had a dream last night—not a bad one, mind you. It was pretty nice, even. [ ... ] I saw my mom again.
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I had a dream last night—not a bad one, mind you. It was pretty nice, even. [ ... ] I saw my mom again.