[ clenches a fist, only to release and drag his fingers through his hair in frustration. it gives him a moment to pause and think before he finally reaches out and tugs Alfons close enough so he can ruffle the other boy's hair. ]

You're not— You're not a fucking dream. You're real, right? Heartbeat, breathing, all of that.

[ slowly pulling his hand away, his angry gaze shifts to the ground which he glares at. ]

It shouldn't matter wherever we end up. I may be an idiot, but... There's no way I'd just ignore you, Alfons.