Without a thought, Joel squeezes his eyes closed, because there's suddenly a very naked woman in their bed and he can't. He can't look at her because he's only supposed to ever look at Spencer like this and at the same time he becomes horribly aware of his own nakedness and wishes he would just wake up. This has to be a dream, it has to be, because it doesn't make any sense otherwise. There's no way he would sleep through someone taking Spencer out of their bed and putting him somewhere so she could crawl in beside him instead. He would wake up, he would remember, so it had to be a dream. A horrible dream.
"Wake up. Wake up," he mutters to himself and he peeks one eye open, but the woman is still there, the blanket suddenly pulled up under her arms and Joel opens his mouth to tell her to get out when it just sort of happens. It's been happening more and more often lately, especially when his guard is down or when he's stressed out. He just slips into that other state, the one where he can see the energies that flow around people, moving like shimmering light shows and it's easy enough to get caught up and distracted in them, because seen like that, humanity is so much more beautiful than it usually seems.
But he knows Spencer's aura almost as well as he knows his own and there's no mistaking what he's seeing now. That column of light and energy that connects him to his husband is still there, only it extends from his chest and goes straight into the woman in their bed. The shifting lights around her are exactly the same as Spencer's and Joel can see every last little nuance that make up his husband. This woman is undeniably Spencer.
And that doesn't make a damn bit of sense.
Joel sits back a little, collecting the sheets that have tangled around his legs and doing his best to cover himself, because Spencer or not, this is still an unfamiliar female body in his bed and he feels very strange about that. He blinks several times, then runs a hand down his face, scratching his beard. There's still a thread of panic running through him, his heart pounding wildly and his hands trembling slightly, but when he looks at her, he sees Spencer's aura. That sort of thing can't be faked, it can't be.
"Spencer?" he breathes finally, peering at the woman, but doing his best to keep his gaze exclusively on her -- his? -- face.
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"Wake up. Wake up," he mutters to himself and he peeks one eye open, but the woman is still there, the blanket suddenly pulled up under her arms and Joel opens his mouth to tell her to get out when it just sort of happens. It's been happening more and more often lately, especially when his guard is down or when he's stressed out. He just slips into that other state, the one where he can see the energies that flow around people, moving like shimmering light shows and it's easy enough to get caught up and distracted in them, because seen like that, humanity is so much more beautiful than it usually seems.
But he knows Spencer's aura almost as well as he knows his own and there's no mistaking what he's seeing now. That column of light and energy that connects him to his husband is still there, only it extends from his chest and goes straight into the woman in their bed. The shifting lights around her are exactly the same as Spencer's and Joel can see every last little nuance that make up his husband. This woman is undeniably Spencer.
And that doesn't make a damn bit of sense.
Joel sits back a little, collecting the sheets that have tangled around his legs and doing his best to cover himself, because Spencer or not, this is still an unfamiliar female body in his bed and he feels very strange about that. He blinks several times, then runs a hand down his face, scratching his beard. There's still a thread of panic running through him, his heart pounding wildly and his hands trembling slightly, but when he looks at her, he sees Spencer's aura. That sort of thing can't be faked, it can't be.
"Spencer?" he breathes finally, peering at the woman, but doing his best to keep his gaze exclusively on her -- his? -- face.