After a few hours of socializing with everyone, Ambrose was still feeling exhilarated. Like a dead man come back to life, and in a way, he was. He quietly snuck into Cain's room, carrying his dinner, and couldn't help but remember Cain doing the same for him not too long ago.

Cain was still asleep when he approached the bed. Ambrose put the tray on the nightstand and sat down next to the man, who slowly began to stir. When Cain saw who was next to him, he smiled. "How are you feeling?" Ambrose asked.

"A little sore, but nothing I can't handle." He reached up and brushed Ambrose's cheek. He could get used to doing this often. "You're glowing."

Ambrose smiled. "It's been a good day. You woke up from an uncertain fate. I've become whole in more ways than one. And now I can be excited for what the future will hold."

Cain smiled, and then he thought of something, "How was it that we shared the same dreams? First my nightmares tormented me to the point of insanity, but once I was truthful about my feelings, my wife… she… took away my torment, and gave us her blessing. She knew… it's almost as if she guided me to you. To the Glitch in my dreams. How is that even possible?"

Ambrose thought for a moment. "Glitch is very mysterious?" He joked, which caused the both of them to chuckle. "Honestly, I don't know. I've heard stories that there is a fine line between the dream world and the afterlife. It's a way for the departed to let their loved ones know they're alright or ready to move on. I've also heard tales of how two people who share a deep connection could cross the veil of the dream world. It's supposedly how dream sharing happens and people find answers to questions they didn't know they wanted to ask. But there's never been any empirical evidence to back up that hypothesis."

"Now you sound like the genius. No matter how it's happened, I'm just so glad that you're… you."

Ambrose quirked his lips into a mischievous smile. "Yes, well now that I'm back, so to speak, I'll resume my initial duty of taking care of you! Come on. You can't eat while lying down." He got up and helped Cain rearrange the pillows so that Cain could sit comfortably without too much pressure on his ribs.

"I never deserved your level of care." Cain grunted.

"Enough of that. You sound worse than a broken record with how many times you've said that. No more apologies. We'll be going at that for weeks of 'I'm sorry' and 'forgive me' and so forth. Let's just settle with what's done is done, and without events happening like they did, we wouldn't be right here, right now like this. Right?"

Cain pulled him close, because he just had to kiss the man for that. "Ever the wise one. Are you sure you'd be happy with a thick headed military man like me?"

Ambrose kissed him again, "Absolutely. Are you sure you want to be with an insufferable know-it-all?"

Cain grinned at him, "I look forward to the possibilities sweetheart."

Ambrose mirrored the grin. "So do I. But you won't get better if you don't eat." He teased.

After Cain slowly ate his meal and took his medication, it was very late in the night. Cain could see that despite the excitement of the day, Ambrose looked exhausted. He knew the man wanted to watch over him to make sure he slept, so there was no point in arguing with him. Instead, he had an idea. "Why don't you get yourself ready for bed, then come back in here? I want to hold you as I sleep."

Ambrose loved that idea. He took the tray with him back to the kitchen, then got what he needed for the evening and for the next day. He slipped into Cain's room again, and saw that Cain had shifted over so there was room on his uninjured side. Ambrose lifted the covers and settled down with his head resting on Cain's chest, but avoiding the sore ribs. Cain gently placed his arm around Ambrose, and rubbed his face against the soft hair. "I've dreamed of this for so long." He whispered.

Ambrose snuggled closer, breathing in the man's scent. "So have I."

Before Cain nodded off, he said, "In case it's not obvious, I love you sweetheart." He kissed the top of the man's head. "Sleep well."

Now the day was perfect. "And I love you, my tin man, my soldier, my champion, my hero…" With that, he gently kissed the man on the chest where he felt his heart beating.

Cain couldn't help but joke, "Way to inflate my ego, sweetheart."

At this, Ambrose couldn't help but be a little sly. "Get well quickly, and I'll show you that's not all I can make inflate." With that, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the other man.

Cain felt a stirring in his nether regions. "Oh, don't give me any ideas. Otherwise we'll never get to sleep."

Ambrose chuckled and settled down. He peacefully drifted off to sleep, finally knowing all the answers to his questions.

TBC