[ The feeling of someone's hand in hers sends her heart racing, pulse pounding in fear of yet another person hurt because of her, because of what they're making her do, and her gut reaction is to try to pull away. But then--
It's not hurting him. There's no telltale tug of her powers, no coil of energy pouring from him into her. His hand is just there, pressed against hers, and it's enough to knock the dream askew. They're no longer on the platform in Cerebro but below it, sitting on the bed suspended in the curved bottom of the large spherical room. The bed that is nothing more than a slightly padded slab, no pillows or blankets in sight, nor any other element of comfort. Just grey, everywhere grey, even on her. ]
What're you doing here, sugar? You're not in my head.
[ A moment of half-lucidity has gripped her, providing the knowledge that she hasn't ever absorbed Sam and he certainly hadn't been a prisoner here, but it hasn't quite clicked yet that she's dreaming. Soon, not yet, but until then she's torn between staring at him in confusion and marveling at the feeling of holding someone's hand again. ]
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It's not hurting him. There's no telltale tug of her powers, no coil of energy pouring from him into her. His hand is just there, pressed against hers, and it's enough to knock the dream askew. They're no longer on the platform in Cerebro but below it, sitting on the bed suspended in the curved bottom of the large spherical room. The bed that is nothing more than a slightly padded slab, no pillows or blankets in sight, nor any other element of comfort. Just grey, everywhere grey, even on her. ]
What're you doing here, sugar? You're not in my head.
[ A moment of half-lucidity has gripped her, providing the knowledge that she hasn't ever absorbed Sam and he certainly hadn't been a prisoner here, but it hasn't quite clicked yet that she's dreaming. Soon, not yet, but until then she's torn between staring at him in confusion and marveling at the feeling of holding someone's hand again. ]