Val giggled, then dunked a biscuit in his coffee and nibbled on it. On his side, Adrien continued his breakfast, smiling with contentness - the joy of just being there with Val, sharing themselves in both words and silence in that sunny morning of early June. He had been about to bite into his second slice of bread and jam when, all of a sudden, an image appeared in his mind: he recalled the rest of the dream from which he'd awoken from. In his dream, he was lying with his back against the floor; and Val was on top of him - black tendrils held him down in place, coiled over his neck and arms, and sometimes slithered over his face to caress his cheek. He watched Val crawl down on his body, then lower his head onto him...

"...Adrien?".