[The second Mitsuki touches his arms again, Albert's head whips up. And then the dream ends, abruptly and nearly violently for him, Albert gasping for air as he sits up in bed. It's like he's been breathing in the smoke, his body wracked with gasps and coughs for a full minute before he has the presence of mind to reach for the water bottle on his nightstand.
But he can't get the lid open with his hands shaking so terribly, and he ends up simply cradling it in his hands on his lap as he hunches forward, hanging his head. The coughs turn to simply a great heaving of his shoulders as he steadies himself, his breath and his mind. The dreams usually leave him in a cold sweat for a while, then he can head back to sleep.
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But he can't get the lid open with his hands shaking so terribly, and he ends up simply cradling it in his hands on his lap as he hunches forward, hanging his head. The coughs turn to simply a great heaving of his shoulders as he steadies himself, his breath and his mind. The dreams usually leave him in a cold sweat for a while, then he can head back to sleep.
Not this time. This time... he's had a witness.]