"Don't worry!" he assured her, his usual confidence slowly returning. "It's not a dream, or I'm having weird hallucinations, too. Weird as... Cute-weird, not weird-weird, okay?" A short laughter followed as he crossed his arms on his chest, and it narrowed his eyes into thin slits.<br/><br/>"I'd better you let me know, cause in one of those long boring days, my patience may snap, and I'll grab my motorbike and ride off into the blue. I wouldn't want to get lost somewhere, so we rather let each other know. I believe it's not so far, I moved in from Tokyo as a kid, and I still travel there twice a year to greet my parents..."  His statement finished in an indistinct shrug, and the smile softened a little. Ah, he wasn't even used to smile this much.<br/><br/>It sure did feel like a dream. A really nice one at that... And Akira wished it wouldn't have to stop. That Abigail was real, and one day they'd meet... Ah. He couldn't... He shouldn't even let himself do this. In a few years, he'll be probably dead. So why make more people suffer by creating relationships?<br/><br/>His face grew sad as he sunk into his thoughts.