[ The touch on his foot works wonders to snap Leo back to reality, as does the sound of Elliot's voice. It stops him from lingering in between that haze of dreams and reality that usually happens when he's on his own and brings him back to full consciousness that much quicker.
Aside from the screaming, the tears always come after too, either because of the contents of his nightmare (relived memory really) or the sudden difficulty getting oxygen in or possibly both, but Leo can never stop them. It's no different now and he's regained enough sense to throw an arm over his eyes to hide it, because honestly, Elliot has seen him cry enough times already.
That's right, Elliot's alive and here.
It takes a moment of struggling before he has his breathing under control enough that he can make an affirmative noise to answer Elliot's question somewhat. It takes another for him to find his voice again and finally be able to speak up, hoarsely. ]
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Aside from the screaming, the tears always come after too, either because of the contents of his nightmare (relived memory really) or the sudden difficulty getting oxygen in or possibly both, but Leo can never stop them. It's no different now and he's regained enough sense to throw an arm over his eyes to hide it, because honestly, Elliot has seen him cry enough times already.
That's right, Elliot's alive and here.
It takes a moment of struggling before he has his breathing under control enough that he can make an affirmative noise to answer Elliot's question somewhat. It takes another for him to find his voice again and finally be able to speak up, hoarsely. ]
I'm sorry . . . for waking you up.