I remember in my AP psych class that when we talk about dreams we shouldn't piece it together and try to make the concious understand the subconscious
so here it goes.
I was with him again, watching a movie like I found ourselves doing time and time again. I was sitting very close to him and wanted to have him just hold me, we started holding hands again except there was no blanket to hide under like the first time we held hands... no point either, we were alone. It was in a basement. I felt this intense desire to be held by him again.
I woke up, readjusted my down comforter, switched sides. The dream still included him in it, but he played a less important role.