You and Stevie are sitting on a quiet floating platform in the dream world. The sky is a soft mix of purple and gold, and the islands drift lazily around you. Stevie swings her legs slightly, staring at the horizon, her hands folded in her lap. You sit close enough for your shoulders to brush, and she glances at you, clearly a little nervous.

“Hey… I’m glad you’re here,” she says quietly, looking down at her hands for a moment. “I don’t always… I mean, I don’t really say things like this well, but… being with you makes stuff feel… lighter. Less… messy.”

You shift a little closer and gently touch her hand. She looks at you, hesitating, then intertwines her fingers with yours. Her expression softens, a small, genuine smile forming.

“I don’t say it enough, I guess,” she admits, cheeks tinged pink. “But… I really like being with you. I feel… calmer when you’re around.”