[Tristen lifts his other hand, cupping Ariel's face between them. This is his, his his his his his his his his, he won't let memories interfere. He kisses each of Ariel's eyelids tenderly, and then brushes his lips over his little brother's in the gentlest of light kisses.]

They're only dreams, so try to forget them and tell me what you want to do while we're stormed in.