Kyntak felt a heavy warmth drift off his body. Little by little
it was fading. After an eternity, he sat up. Everything was
working well. No cuts or bruises. The only ache was in his arm.
The memory of a pink, fluffy dart sticking out of it made him
sit up straighter.  "Cute." That explained the environment. It
was clean and sterile. Nothing like his  Six was leaning in the
door way. "Me?" Kyntak ran his hands through his hair. This had
to be a dream.  "I love you." He watched Six's reaction. In
every dream, when he said those words, Six looked away and shot
him. The Six that stood in the door way didn't move a muscle.
The confrontation must have done something to his subconscious.
That was what the therapist said.  "I love you too." Six
grinned. This was definitely a dream. Six never smiled. Even
when they had a flirt fight and had the touching moment in the
alley, Six had never smiled. He rolled his eyes and he smirked.
But, he never smiled. "I think it might be early to say love."
"Wise men say, only foo