[Having an entire sixth-grader (presumably) practically riding piggyback makes the moving situation even worse. Wonderful. Rin considers throwing him off more than once, but the urge passes as quickly as the next jet of light does -- they don't need to be tussling right now.

He grits his teeth instead.]

Yeah. Of course it's a dream. [Do dreams ask you if you're a dream? This is getting a little too surreal even for him. There's a pause in his crabwalking as they hit the stairs.] ... You go up first. Hurry up.