"Yeah?" It's nice to hear, even though he's feeling a little self-conscious about the fact that the place might look a little too decently-well-off-musician for her, as if that could change her mind about him being too nice to be a rockstar. Whatever, it's the dream version of his apartment. The real one is messier, anyway.
He's more concerned about Kenzi, anyway, and what she's feeling. He knows she's probably the most anxious of all of them, when it comes to their relationship, and Galen just wishes he could make her more comfortable, less afraid that he and Jesse will just leave or decide to go back to the way things were. This helps, though -- being together, pretending everything is normal, getting to show her how much he's come to love her, both through helping her escape her nightmare, and, well, this.
Galen savours the kiss, the hand around her shoulders coming to rest against the back of her head, and he stays steady, soft, nearly forgetting for a moment that he isn't at home, not worlds away from his friends and family --
The door a few feet to the side of the couch swings open, and Galen doesn't react in time for the tall, lanky, black-and-blue-haired dude who strides in to not see what's happening on the couch. Startled, Galen pulls back from Kenzi just as the door shuts again, and his mouth sort of stupidly hangs open as he stars up, past Kenzi, at the intruder. It's not often - read: never - that something unexpected happens in a dream he's made up himself.
The intruder, frowning deeply, pushes his sunglasses up onto his forehead with one hand, gesturing somewhat awkwardly at the two on the couch with the other. "Heeeeeey... dude, bad time? I can totally come back later."
"Uh -- yeah, kinda," Galen says, still looking surprised. He's gently trying to will Brad away, but he's not... going anywhere. "Um, Kenz, this is Brad. This... wasn't planned." He would never sabotage makeouts. "Brad, this is Kenzi. My... girlfriend."
Maybe dream Brad will just gloss over the absence of Jesse.
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He's more concerned about Kenzi, anyway, and what she's feeling. He knows she's probably the most anxious of all of them, when it comes to their relationship, and Galen just wishes he could make her more comfortable, less afraid that he and Jesse will just leave or decide to go back to the way things were. This helps, though -- being together, pretending everything is normal, getting to show her how much he's come to love her, both through helping her escape her nightmare, and, well, this.
Galen savours the kiss, the hand around her shoulders coming to rest against the back of her head, and he stays steady, soft, nearly forgetting for a moment that he isn't at home, not worlds away from his friends and family --
The door a few feet to the side of the couch swings open, and Galen doesn't react in time for the tall, lanky, black-and-blue-haired dude who strides in to not see what's happening on the couch. Startled, Galen pulls back from Kenzi just as the door shuts again, and his mouth sort of stupidly hangs open as he stars up, past Kenzi, at the intruder. It's not often - read: never - that something unexpected happens in a dream he's made up himself.
The intruder, frowning deeply, pushes his sunglasses up onto his forehead with one hand, gesturing somewhat awkwardly at the two on the couch with the other. "Heeeeeey... dude, bad time? I can totally come back later."
"Uh -- yeah, kinda," Galen says, still looking surprised. He's gently trying to will Brad away, but he's not... going anywhere. "Um, Kenz, this is Brad. This... wasn't planned." He would never sabotage makeouts. "Brad, this is Kenzi. My... girlfriend."
Maybe dream Brad will just gloss over the absence of Jesse.