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“I should like to tell you about myself, Hob Gadling…if you’ll let me.” He says eventually, in a soft tone that Hob has never heard from him before.
Until that point, they hadn’t been doing much talking. They had been exchanging sheepish smiles and flushed looks, like two teenagers out on their first date.
It never felt like this before. Hob thinks back to their past meetings, only to realize that his stranger was waiting for a response. For his approval, so he gives it.
Hobs eyes are locked to his lips, and he hangs on to every single word that comes out of that mouth.
“It suits you, your name,” Hob says finally, and he whispers the name to himself like a prayer. Dream.