[ His breathing is heavy by the time she pulls back, and he's a little sorry that it's over so soon -- but no amount of time could be enough for him, truly. He puts a hand over hers, squeezing it lightly to his chest, and finally cracks a fond smile. Even in the rain, across timelines... even if it hurts, he's still lucky to have someone who loves him so much. ]

Not a single dream could match you... nor all of them put together, as a matter of fact. It's almost suspicious! Have you been practicing without me?