"Yeah we did." Luke chuckles at the memory. "That thing always smelled funny."

"Anyway, uh..." he bites his lip, "I had a dream that night." He glances at Biggs' face to gauge his reaction. He's already gotten the feeling that Biggs knows where this is going with that arched eyebrow. "It was about you. And me." He purses his lips and nods slowly, smirking mischievously at Biggs.

"At first I thought it was really happening because it took place right there in the loft. I woke up when you climbed on top of me-- and kissed me... and then disappeared under the pelt and did other things." His grin widens. "It wasn't until I actually woke up that I realized it had all been a dream." He pauses and chuckles shyly. "And then I had to change my pants while you were still asleep."

"I know I had feelings for you even before that but-- well, you can probably imagine that denying things really wasn't an option anymore."