[Him too, huh. He sees how it is. Yukine-kun comes first, is that how it is? Kidding. Mostly.

Though she might not be able to see it, the strength of his nails digging into his palms leaves red marks in their wake, the pain helping to get Yato focused. At least, as focused as he can be when she all but presses his hand to her chest. Color creeps further up his face, bridging his nose and making him feel overheated as he finds himself captured by her gaze. Held in place, his breath catches momentarily at both her actions and words.]

...even if it means being stuck in a dream world, separated from everyone?

[That part seems to surprise him (stupidly enough); he figured she'd want to hurry home to her parents and brother, to keep them from worrying about her extended sleeping spell. That she might actually be okay - or hell, even want to stay with him - here comes as something of a shock.]

Y-Yeah, I know. I never believed you were lying. ...I'm sorry if I gave you that impression.