“It was the damned dream,” he muttered as he made it to his feet. He got a pair of jeans from the closet, threw them over his shoulder, took clean underwear from the dresser drawer and walked carefully out of the room. It took him a moment to find the bathroom, and not that much longer to figure out that he probably couldn’t take a shower as it would soak the bandages. So he took care of the most pressing business then washed as best he could in the sink, brushed his teeth, and combed his hair. After dressing in what he brought in with him, he went in search of Paul.
He found the man sitting on the sofa, staring off into space. “I’m sorry,” they both said at the same time when Paul turned to look at him.
“It was because of the dream,” Mark explained.
“I was pissed and I shouldn’t have been. I know all this is upsetting and…the dream?” Paul almost smiled.