When the door closes and Brad's gone, Kenzi shifts a little until her head is resting against Galen's shoulder and she's curled up against him, still wearing the hoodie, much like she was in the cave. Only now her leg doesn't hurt and she can reach up to trace her fingers along Galen's jaw before resting her hand against his neck.

"Nah, I get it. It's not the same. Like how this isn't really your place and we aren't really sitting here like this and even touching you isn't actually real." They're in separate bedrooms. Sleeping. In some fucked up town full of cameras. And they'll never get out, but even if they do get out they'll be separated and she won't be able to find him or Jesse and nothing will ever be normal or safe or good.

But here they can pretend. She can imagine what it would be like for Galen to hang out with Bo and Dyson and Trick, they'd all love him. No doubt. She can pretend that out in the real world a girl like her could belong with a guy like him and not bring a bunch of fae bullshit close enough to hurt him or get him killed. It's nice here, she meant it.

"They're up to something with this, aren't they? The scientists. Not even you can control what you dream, that's gotta be kinda big. They're messing with our heads again. Not just drugs but like... maybe it is drugs. I dunno. What kind of drug messes with dreams?"