[Iwaizumi blinked when Oikawa just went and curled on him like a cat, his head pillowed upon his chest. He had an arm under his bestfriend, just thrown out beside him... and it took that soft, quiet voice asking him that question for Iwaizumi to sigh and bring his arm around to wrap around Oikawa.]

I don't know.

I think... I'd like to think of this place as a dream. We're still asleep back home and when this dreams over we'll go back and we'll still be in our beds and no one'll know anything happened. No time to notice. No time to miss us.

[Maybe if they returned they'd never even remember anything that happened here either...?]