[His rest is long, uninterrupted, and badly needed by his still-adjusting mind. The comfort of having Wanda right there next to him has to be a factor: he feels safe, and because he feels safe he can truly relax. The light doesn't wake him up, nor does Wanda's stretching out next to him, but as son as he feels the slight weight of the cat on the bed he wakes up and, startled, phases entirely through the top blankets and barely manages to catch himself on--thin air?
Now he's floating and blinking, very confused, at the orange fluffball that doesn't seem to care if he's there or not as long as he gives her food, now.
Wait. Wanda had said she lived with someone. And when she says the cat's name, it all clicks into place. With a little bit of effort, he alights back on the bed, manages to make himself solid again, and addresses the cat directly as if it's a person.]
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Now he's floating and blinking, very confused, at the orange fluffball that doesn't seem to care if he's there or not as long as he gives her food, now.
Wait. Wanda had said she lived with someone. And when she says the cat's name, it all clicks into place. With a little bit of effort, he alights back on the bed, manages to make himself solid again, and addresses the cat directly as if it's a person.]
My apologies, but you startled me.