"I like him." He pushes air out his nose. This sounds like something out of a high school sit com. That alone brings an angry flush of heat up his neck.

"I was kind of hoping... Or beginning to think that, maybe-- Because he's the sweetest thing there is, you have no idea." He swallows hard, completely and utterly unable to look up from his coffee.

"I had the dream again. Third time's the charm, right? And he was there. It was him, I know it was, but it was his perspective and suddenly I realized it's been his perspective all along, and it isn't my future, it's his, and I don't know how to tell him."