"Never," Marc assures her, and makes good on his thought to pull her into his arms now that she's awake, so long as she doesn't resist. "I'd rather be here even if you had nightmares every night and kicked me through all of 'em."

And it's true. He'd take kicking nightmares over his own quiet apartment any day. God, he's missed her. It's been months, both here and back home, since he's been able to sleep next to her. Or not sleep, as the case may be.