She was quiet for several long moments, obviously falling asleep and losing her grasp of time as she formed a response. What she said next was probably not something she had intended to voice, and her suddenly tighter grip on him emphasized the sincerity of the concern.

"Nothing here is real...its all copies...what if it all goes away...and none of you were real?"

She sniffed softly, grip tightening even more as her face pressed against the back of his neck, something warm and wet trickling against his skin.