"Mhm. I am," Jisu says, turning his head to properly acknowledge the newcomer before returning his attention to the park. It's a lovely little park with soft green grass and trees dotted around the perimeter, with a variety of playground equipment for children and adults alike. Some of it exists in reality, the rest of it only exists in this dream. It's a favoured place from Jisu's childhood that probably never looked as Jisu remembers, but what does that matter now?

The mention of reality is like a knife to Jisu's chest. It's something no one else talks about because it's something no one else knows about. Except for Jisu. And Jae. For a fraction of a second, Jisu's smile falters. Reality has no place here, thank you. "Any details that are missing aren't all that important anyway."