You do sleep enough for this to be a dream.

[And that's just straight up fond teasing. His fingers are moving, exploring, but carefully avoiding the old scar on Noct's back. Even through the sweater, he knows where not to go. And gods, he wants that sweater out of the way so he can touch bare skin. The most dangerous thought yet.]

But if you're dreaming, I must be, too. In which case, the same request applies.