Victor squirms under Nathan's arm. It's weird enough having other people in your dreams- it's not so bad when it's a girl you know, but Nathan? Nathan passing judgements on his dreams is a little much.

"I don't know," he tries to shrug the contact away. "They're just dreams. It doesn't matter anyway." Nathan's grip is surprisingly resilient and OH LOOK we're almost home. Victor shoots the other boy a sullen glare from the end of the driveway.

"Look, there's gotta be someway you can like, get out of here right? Do us both a favor." The front door to the Mancha house is open just a crack.