[ That's enough, really, to break the spell. The words, the sight of something other than dark ceiling, and... frankly, just time for it to wear off. For him to blink himself back to the present, for the lingering brain chemistry of sleep to fade out and show him in retrospect how unreal that dream felt compared to this concrete reality.
His chest slows, eyes flickering up to Mace's face, then down off to the side toward nothing in particular.
Despite that, he reaches back. Wraps his hand around Mace's wrist like it's a need, like he's got to confirm concretely that it's tangible. Warm. Within reach. Once he's got it, is other hand presses into the mattress to start pushing himself back up toward the headboard to something mostly upright. His knees draw up off the mattress too, lifting to form low angles beneath the quilt. ]
I, I-
[ He starts, less a stutter and more the syllable dragging out in joined duplicate. ]
Shit- fuck, it's okay. Sorry. It was...
[ Just a dream, except he's never had a dream that vivid before. Never felt pain so realistically in his sleep before. ]
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His chest slows, eyes flickering up to Mace's face, then down off to the side toward nothing in particular.
Despite that, he reaches back. Wraps his hand around Mace's wrist like it's a need, like he's got to confirm concretely that it's tangible. Warm. Within reach. Once he's got it, is other hand presses into the mattress to start pushing himself back up toward the headboard to something mostly upright. His knees draw up off the mattress too, lifting to form low angles beneath the quilt. ]
I, I-
[ He starts, less a stutter and more the syllable dragging out in joined duplicate. ]
Shit- fuck, it's okay. Sorry. It was...
[ Just a dream, except he's never had a dream that vivid before. Never felt pain so realistically in his sleep before. ]