Sunlight had Rohan stirring from sleep. He was in that blissful moment before full consciousness returned and all the problems of waking life intruded. In fact, this feeling was intensified because he felt a light weight on his chest and warmth from another body resting along his side. There was the soft sound of breathing that wasn’t his own.

For a moment, Rohan believed he was back in the dilapidated cabin, napping with Finn--that he hadn’t shot Finn with a bolt--and that the young man was instead happy, safe and in his arms. This dream Finn stirred against him and tightened his arms around Rohan’s chest. He could even smell this dream Finn in his nostrils. That clean, refreshing scent of the outdoors. Rohan’s heart clenched, as this dream of Finn--for he must be dreaming--was so very real. What would he give to have this be real?