Asleep Tony dreamt of Arthur, things much more wicked than their shared snuggling, moments more romantic than he often felt safe sharing, and odd things like somehow flying with the other man.

He came to though with the thought of falling, jerking away with his chest aching as if there was a hole through the middle of it.

He fell back against the bed, panting no with a sensual moment but panic.

"Arthur," he whispered, reaching for him, suddenly panicking that he wasn't sure he was actually there or not.