The reason Dan hasn't fled the room is that it doesn't feel wrong, not matter how it looks, how it sounds. The monsters he knew could use the voices of people he loved if they wanted, of anyone, but he knows the woman in the bed isn't a monster because she's Marcus.

He squints at the bed and the woman that is Marcus for a few long seconds.

"What the fuck," he says shakily, but he's getting up, he's crawling back into bed. His own fingers reach out, following much the same lines of exploration, until he's letting out a slow breath. It's alright.

Maybe not alright, but he knows who's inside this admittedly lovely woman.