The only thing that has felt solid and real throughout this entire fucked up experience is Danny. Even the wind feels fake after a while, the height not so daunting, the nighttime too stark and unchanging. There are no cars, no people, no movement or life save for them and whatever their subconscious pulls out to torture them with. Faintly, Frank swears he can hear explosions and gunfire... but before that can fester into something more he's being unexpectedly tugged and - ... kissed.

Okay. That was the most unexpected thing of the evening.

Frank hardly reacts at first and feels a weird skip in his chest he hasn't felt in a long, long time.

But moments later he's regaining sanity and pulling back, half tempted to punch the kid but instead he grabs the front of his shirt right back, looking fucking confused. "You know I'm not part of the goddamn dream right?"