Of Bad Dreams and

Poe glanced away, idly swirling the liquid left in his glass. He hesitated for a moment before deciding to ask, “We’re okay here?”Ranpo tilted his head towards Poe with a soft smile. “Yeah.” He quietly answered into his cup.Poe took a sip of his wine. “I could never imagine a world without you.”Ranpo set his glass down and turned to fully look at Poe. His eyes were open and his gaze seemed to be piercing into Poe’s very soul. He couldn’t read the look on the detective's face.“You mean like now?” he softly asked.Poe frowned down at the table, trying to make sense of the words.When he lifted his head the seat beside him, where Ranpo had been seated just moments ago, was empty. The sweet wine he’d been sipping sat untouched.Poe’s hands clenched desperately around his own glass. This couldn’t be real...