And there Paul suddenly let out a strange voice.
Simultaneous with that, the light rapidly returned to his eyes.
"O... O... Oh?"
He was touching my face with his own face like he was tricked by a fox.
"...Could it be, you're real?"
"I'm real."
"You're not a dream?"
"A good man like it's a dream right?"
"...Ah, he's real."