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[She doesn't recognize the voice right away considering he's hacking and coughing at the same time, trying to pull herself free from the blankets in a panic. Then her pants are grabbed and she screams as she's hauled back up, kicking her feet and bringing her fists around.]

No! Let go of m-MUGEN!

[At least she doesn't hit him like she was planning on to, every bit of urging to fight or flee gone as she catches sight of that stupid scruffy face.

Twisting herself around with some remnants of her catlike grace, she reaches out and sort of hop jumps at the same time to wrap her arms around him and bear him down to the bed again in an enthusiastic hug. She doesn't plan on letting go anytime soon.]

[And he doesn't once try to escape from her, so if she's some evil, soul-sucking spirit wearing a familiar face as a disguise, that's twice in one night he'd be done for. Another possibility concerns him more.]

The hell kind of dream am I havin' here... [His voice is hoarse from the last 30 seconds, and his sagging grey eyes go rolling around the room, checking it for anything that's floating, upside down, or the wrong color; half-expecting to look back and see stars where there should be a ceiling or roads where there should be walls; waiting for a burning ship to sail by and waves to crash at the foot of the bed.

Eventually he brings his hands to her sides, lightly feeling them out, testing their solidity.]

You've still got clothes on. [~~Proof of reality.~~]

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[Shaking her head to his question about dreams, she grips him tightly, head buried against his shoulder, fingers clutching at his back like a lifeline.]

No dream. I promise I'm real.

[As she feels his palms against her sides, she lifts her head a little to pull back and give him a little sobby laugh, her hands coming up to first wipe her wet eyes with the back of her wrist, then rub her hands along his scruffy cheeks and jaw to cup them. He looks so tired and run down.]

That's the lamest pick up line I've ever heard.

[She's teasing a little, so happy to see him she can't help to want to spread it. She begins to investigate him, running her fingers through short hair, noting the dirt and ... crusted blood.]

Are you all right?! How long was I gone?! What happened!

[He continues to stare up, confusion and disbelief confounding his ability to make any sudden movements. After all, all it took to send a dream spiraling off on a wildly different course was one stray thought. Might as well enjoy what he can of this pleasant departure from reality before she morphed into just another thug trying to stick a blade in his eye.

She can tell him she's real all she wants; she can only prove it by staying. If she's still here in the morning-- No, if she's still here a week from now, he just might buy it.]

Been weeks. [The question with the shortest explanation is the one he chooses to answer; or maybe he's just selfish enough that the first thing he wants her to know is how long he waited.] Blood's not mine, you can keep going...

[Weeks. She grimaces gently and listens as he says it's not his, her fingers smoothing over him to continue to make sure he's telling the truth. When she can't find anything that would cause the blood she relaxes a little, her hands going back up to his face to cup it and tug it down towards hers so she can rest their foreheads together.]

I'm sorry. [Her voice is trembling a little, small tears tracking from her eyes.] It shouldn't have happened. [If only she hadn't attempted to kill Steven.] But I'm back and it won't happen again, I won't disappear.

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