Heath's hand closes overtop Violet's as it came to rest on his knee. Though he was nervous and excited all at once, he felt right and good and wonderful all the same. "Maybe they do. And maybe there were. It seems all a blur," he chuckles at the accidental rhyme but continues. "I know some of us see Dreams a certain way, though I've never had a talent for that. But in this Dream I see someone I admire, that I aspire to stand by if only to bask in the glow that shines from her. I'm not sure of all the details or if it's even real, but I suppose that's what makes it a Dream."ooc
His eyes shift side to side and then he moves closer to whisper conspiratorially, "Though if I remember real hard I'm sure I could recall some naughty bits too. But then that might've been wishful thinking instead of a Dream, hehe." A playful joke just as he was starting to sound serious about something. Still, a sparkle in his eye indicated he was still feeling the moment between them. Heath was having fun, he was in bliss and the world around him was far away.