When he opens his eyes, it seems still to be real. Nathan yawned and was also real. The bed, most of all, with its scattered sheets and rumpled blankets, was real. He blinked heavily, memories turning odd circles in his mind.
For a moment, he could watch in only numb confusion as Nathan rose, stretched and scratched, left (oh god, don't leave, not now-!), and returned, sitting on the edge of the bed with a similar look of quiet disbelief.
"But it was good," he mumbled.
For a moment, Peter didn't know if he meant the sex or the funeral.