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thirty six.

preston: 10:32 p.m

robby am i real or did i just dream that im fucked up like this

"preston.."

"what?"

"you're real. completely and utterly real."

"are you sure?"

"yes."

"how do you know?"

"what are you feeling, at this moment?"

"i feel.. numb. scared. nervous. black-blue."

rob left a soft sigh, a nervous one, before taking the younger's hand. "and those are emotions, correct?"

"yes.."

"you wouldn't be able to feel them if you weren't real."

"oh..."

"what do you feel when i do this?" rob drew a soft pattern on preston's hand with his thumb, soon wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him into his lap.

"pink. yellow. orange. purple."

"affection, happiness, confusion, and nervous?" 

preston nods.

"why?"

"i.. i don't know."

"i won't force you to explain."

"thank you."

"i didn't do anything."

"you did. you're real, and you're here and... you said you love me.. you care."

"i am real, i'm always gonna be here. and i do love you."

"that's what i feel orange about, and purple."

"why?"

"i... i don't get it."

"that's perfectly okay. now why do you feel yellow, and pink?"

"i'm yellow because of you.. and pink. really pink."

rob hummed, leaving a soft kiss to preston's forehead. preston's face burned bright red in response, he hid his face in robs neck.

"hot pink !! orange."

rob laughed under his breath, "you're adorable."