The comfort of having dream!Fallon curled up next to him knocked him completely out, no more hallucinating or pseudo-dreaming. He was out.

That was until he felt the cold water splash across him like an icy blast and suddenly he was very much awake.

"What the fuck!?" It came out in a hoarse whisper as he sat bolt upright, nearly springing off the bed altogether, far too discombobulated to even think about grabbing his wand or swinging or anything really. Goosebumps had erupted all over his body, the cold really sinking in and he tried to process what had just happened. He grabbed the a dry part of the sheets to wipe the drips running down his face for some kind of clarity. It was after he could see, his eyes adjusting to the dark, that he realized Fallon real, live, actual Fallon had been the one to douse him from his drink-fueled death sleep.

Well shit.

Instinct and longing took over as he reached out, pulling her against him once more, intentionally this time, ignoring the fact that his bed was drenched and he was too. The kiss was full of a month and half's pent up frustration as he wound one arm tightly around her, the other hand tangling tight into her hair. The feeling of her soft and warm against him felt like a balm to a wound, the missing piece to the puzzle back at last. Finally.