He's Really Gone
Summary: A drabble written for the Tumblr hurt/comfort dialogue prompt: "Did you have a nightmare?"
Peter struggles to accept Neal's death.
A blood curdling shout woke Elizabeth with a start. Flipping on the bedside lamp, she saw Peter, drenched in sweat, sitting bolt upright. He was staring straight ahead, eyes unfocused. She was certain visions conjured up by his mind the only things he was seeing. Reaching over she began to rub gentle soothing circles on his back.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
He turned towards her, eyes glistening. "I wish it was just a nightmare, but it's not. He's really gone isn't he El. Neal's really gone."
Elizabeth pulled Peter tightly into her arms as he began to sob uncontrollably.