shotaro and ryu in addressing dream issues (never a pornography)

[halfboiledhope]

Shotaro is dazed a lot lately, lost in thought in the middle of anything that wasn't immediately paramount to his survival. He's been cupping a mug of now-cooled coffee between his palms for the last twenty minutes, eyes distant as the radio at the other corner of the office played the weather and the traffic stats in a gentle woman's voice that was decidedly not Princess Wakana's.

He shifts in his chair, crossing his right knee over his left, and finally lifts the cup to his lips. He makes a face as he swallows, but lowers it right back into his lap instead of getting up for another. The fact that Akiko popped out for a quick run to the grocery store is a distant note he's not thinking too much about.

Instead he is--as always--thinking about Philip.