Seymour dazedly opened his eyes, feeling an almost completely foreign sense of well-restedness despite the near complete darkness of the room. What little light had breached the confinement of the windows seemed softer than he was used to, complimenting the edges of the various objects that it vaguely highlighted. Barely managing to resist the call of the normally harsh mistress of sleep, he pieced together a thought resembling Should... probably check on everything... and reached out for his glasses on his bedside table, instead finding more bed and a slightly worn, fluffy shape. Seymour clumsily ran his hand along it in broad strokes, obtaining enlightenment as he gently squeezed one of its floppy ears. Oh yeah... I did get Audrey a stuffed cocker spaniel didn't I... she was so happy... but what's he doing back here?
He tiredly thought back on the previous few days, initially struggling to discern his dreams of her, the strongest and most amazing woman in the universe, from the somehow material reality that they had gotten married and found a sweet little house where they could finally be together at last. Or that the sentiment that this recent development was 'at last' was shared between them. Or that she really was that miraculous. Seymour turned over in their thankfully shared bed, taking her cocker spaniel I think she named it Spot? with him in case she was awake and thus in a state of mind to appreciate enticingly fuzzy commodifications of nature, and was slightly puzzled upon not seeing her breathtaking frame. After a few seconds, the pieces came together for him, abruptly removing the curtains and tiredness from his eyes.
Oh God- she left didn't she- obviously she'd leave me she deserves a PRINCE not a pathetic schmuck who can't even protect her from a GODDAMN VEGETABLE- who's she going to who has her now- most a the guys here are taller and tougher lookin' than me because of course I can't ever do anything right for her like she deserves- what if he's- like- Orin... what if he-
Just as abruptly as they had come together, the pieces regrouped themselves into a much more hopeful and then overpoweringly joyful configuration as the door to their shared bedroom opened and his angelic wife stepped through it, holding what appeared to be a glass of water in her elegant hand. She stood in the doorway for a moment, the light behind her illuminating her sufficiently to reveal a look of shock and concern on her face, and Seymour realized with a flash of shame that he was very emasculatingly clutching onto her cocker spaniel for dear life. And that his countenance probably wasn't much more up to snuff. Almost as if they were synchronized actors in this stupid little play that he had inadvertently concocted, Seymour made his best attempt to relax his body and breathing... and heart beat into a resting position they could normally take up in a normal and well-adjusted person, releasing the poor dog from his pathetic grasp, while Audrey quickly placed the glass on their nightstand, made her way under the covers, and comfortingly wrapped herself around him, squeezing his hand reassuringly.
After managing to get his wits about him from the wave of love for and security with her that was now overwhelming him, Seymour hopefully redeemed himself and the situation at least slightly by turning around so that he was now facing her... and immediately regretted it when he saw that the concern for him that he had oh so stupidly inspired in her had not yet faded from her warm eyes. Without thinking, he buried his face into her neck, not initially realizing in his attempt to no longer be facing the adverse impact he had had on her that this didn't exactly help his image as a proper and not at all pathetic provider and not particularly caring anymore as he ravished in her silky skin and voice.
"...Seymour? Are you okay? What's going on?" He found her hand again without opening his eyes and squeezed it in an attempt to be reassuring. "...I'm okay... now, with you." Audrey paused for a moment before tightening her embrace, further disrupting and disbanding his panicked thoughts. "Seriously, what's going on? Talk to me." With his renewed drowsiness and continuous love for her, Seymour found himself uttering the truth with surprising ease and simplicity... as well as a tired slur despite his best efforts. "I thought you left me... I'm so glad you didn't I love you." Huh... I don't think I've been able to say that to her before now... won't be the last time that's for sure. He felt her stiffen slightly, and she didn't speak again for several seconds, squeezing his hand reassuringly before doing so. "...Seymour... no, don't think that ever again, I would never leave you... I love you so much." Seymour contentedly relaxed into the warmth of his lovely wife's embrace, managing to mumble something vaguely approximating the words "Love you too" before settling back into sleep.