He awoke alone.
That was unusual for him since he'd been with Marie.
He also felt weak and dizzy, something else that was rare... unless Marie was around.
Then he realized what had happened.
Jean. He'd dreamed of Jean. One of those dreams he'd had for years.
Picturing her beneath him.
He'd called out her name.
Marie must have heard.
So she'd touched him.
They'd found out that if Marie touched him right after a nightmare, she drained them from his memory. HE wouldn't accept that kind of help before they'd become lovers, but afterwards… he never wanted to again wake up with Marie shish-kabobed on his claws.
She'd seen.
Seen what he'd tried to hide.
She'd left him alone.
He'd never wanted her to see.
Because although he'd cared for Jean in his heart, Marie was in his bed.
And he'd never wanted her to know she'd ever been a substitute.
Because she had.
Even if only for a short time.
Damn. Why? Why did he have one of those stupid dreams NOW? NOW, when Marie was so much to him?
He'd find her. She had to be on the grounds somewhere. She'd be easier to find that way. He'd explain to her the truth of what she'd seen.
She wasn't a substitute for Jean.
Jean was a substitute for her.
He awoke alone.
He hoped that would never happen again.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
When I re-read "Tears" I realized I hadn't explained why Marie would have done what she'd done. Here I hope explains it.