Dan goes to bed that night only a little uneasy, knowing that Marcus will be up late. He knows that these nights need to happen, and that they will happen less and less; he still doesn't really fall into a deep sleep until he can feel the warm line of his body against his own.
His dreams meander through strange places, the city streets becoming a hedge maze, but without the snow. Abra keeps the hedge animals at bay, though he can't see her. His front shirt pocket is heavy with the weight of a ring. None of it is frightening, even if it's strange.
He wakes up first to noises, snuffling he can recognize as Trass, a murmuring voice.
A weight across his torso-- the wrong weight, and then he's awake, a cold panic seizing him at the realization of a woman's arm across him, no--
Dan falls right out of bed, sprawling and scrambling a bit, gasping right up to the moment where his mind catches up and all he feels is Marcus in the room. "What," he says, a bit thickly.
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His dreams meander through strange places, the city streets becoming a hedge maze, but without the snow. Abra keeps the hedge animals at bay, though he can't see her. His front shirt pocket is heavy with the weight of a ring. None of it is frightening, even if it's strange.
He wakes up first to noises, snuffling he can recognize as Trass, a murmuring voice.
A weight across his torso-- the wrong weight, and then he's awake, a cold panic seizing him at the realization of a woman's arm across him, no--
Dan falls right out of bed, sprawling and scrambling a bit, gasping right up to the moment where his mind catches up and all he feels is Marcus in the room. "What," he says, a bit thickly.