[ Had he fallen asleep? A dream? A nightmare? He couldn't decide which one yet but knew he needed to work things out quicker in case of some kind of trap. How could Matt be in front of him? Then again, how could Matt do half of what he accomplished before all of this? Matt took probability and always turned it on its ear.

Letting out a breath, he leaned into the touch on his cheek with a pang in his heart. It reminded him of his realisation and how much more it hurt to possibly have Matt back but not in the right way. ]

What's the last thing you remember? [ He asked softly, keeping close in case he woke up and found himself alone again. If he kept touching Matt maybe things would stay just a little longer. ]

I've wished for this everyday. Pathetic, right? Just wanted to hear your voice again. See the way you move.