[The shattering of glass should have woken Paul even before Johnny calls his name. Neither does, but his expression twists in greater fear as the sound slips into the weave of the dream.
His hands close into fists, flame licking through the seams ofhis knuckles as his head whips back and forth on his flat pillow.]
Don't -
[The word comes out in a panicked near-sob, heaved from whatever nightmare still holds him fast in unconsciousness.]
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His hands close into fists, flame licking through the seams ofhis knuckles as his head whips back and forth on his flat pillow.]
Don't -
[The word comes out in a panicked near-sob, heaved from whatever nightmare still holds him fast in unconsciousness.]