Only it was as if I were still trapped in the dream, no more able to halt the words than plug a dam with my finger.

“You left, and I didn’t know why. I was trapped in the dark, and I couldn’t get out, and I called and you wouldn’t come.”

He frowned, head tilting as if confused, that sleepy look still in his eyes, not yet fully awake, not yet fully aware. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know.” I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. It was a nightmare, and now I’m babbling—”

“It was a nightmare,” he said. “Not a vision. I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know.”

“Anytime you need me, I’m here. If you call, I’ll come.”

“I know.”

A surreal moment of silence followed, both of us still dazed with sleep, the barriers down as we looked at each other.

I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t.

I pushed up, swinging my legs out of the bed. “I’m going to take the couch.”

His frown deepened. “Why?”

“I think I should.”

“Why?”

He kept looking at me, confusion in his eyes. Innocent confusion. He seemed so young then. A boy who didn’t understand what was going on, why he was in trouble, what he’d done wrong.

He put me here to be thoughtful. Because I fell asleep on his floor, and I’ve had a difficult day, so he’s being kind. That’s all it is. All it’s ever going to be. Kind and thoughtful, which is as close as I’ll ever get to him, and it’s closer than anyone else gets, so I need to take it and be grateful and say, “It’s enough.”

And if I can’t?

Then that’s my problem, and I need to do something about it—starting with stepping back over that line, with getting the hell out of his bed.

I set my feet on the floor and stood. “I shouldn’t take your room.”

“But I put you here.”

“It’s yours. I’ll take the couch.”

“Why?”

He kept giving me that look, the confusion deepening to something like disappointment, like hurt, as if he’d tried to be kind and thoughtful, and I was rejecting it, and he didn’t know why. That little boy, reaching out and being pushed away.

Goddamn it, Gabriel. Don’t look at me like that. Wake up. Snap out of it, pull that wall back up and retreat behind it. For once, that’s what I want, because when you look at me like that, it makes me think that there could be more, that I could—

I swallowed hard and stepped toward him. “I need to leave.”

“What?” He blinked. “Why? Did I do something?”

Snap out of it, Gabriel. Please, please, please, snap out of it.