He lets out a long breath and there's one hand that manages to brush against the one around his waist. Just for a moment.

Then it's only a dream because it has to be. That's how it's always been. A single, quick dream for a half second before he wakes.

He sits up, scrubbing off his face and checking his phone for texts. "Looks like everything's on schedule. Time to get into uniform."

Kepler in a suit and Jacobi in black.