Lance awoke blurrily, to find a warm weight wrapped around him. Dylus was snoring quietly with his head against Lance's
chest. Lance smiled as he gently brush his hand against Dylus' soft cheeks.
If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up,
thought Lance, contentedly.
Dylus began to stir and mumbled something. Lance just smiled and said, "Morning Sir." Dylus yawned and said, "Call
my Dylus for God's sake." He smiled, though and propped himself on his elbow.
"Dylus... where do we go from here?" whispered Lance. He dreaded this moment.
"Well, where do you want us to go?" asked Dylus defensively.
Lance thought for a moment and said, "... I want us to be... happy..."
"Good, me too..." smiled Dylus, and they held each other for the longest time...
