Dream, Dream, Dream
He hadn't meant to pry, he was just curious, and Tris had never told him what the dream was about that made him wake up so suddenly. Like he had been pulled out of a nightmare without it really being a nightmare. So when he had come home to find his boyfriend passed out on the couch he couldn't help himself. He tip-toed over to where he was and sat himself down on the edge of the couch. Testing out his new found ability by put his hand gently on Tris' arm and closed his eyes.
The amount of white he met with normally would have blinded him at first. But here it was no different from stepping into his dimly lit house. It felt weird too, being in a dream that wasn't his own, but once he got use to it it was easy for him to find where Tris was. He didn't seem to notice Teo though, so he inched closer one unsure step at a time to see if he could get a better look at what he was staring at.
He stopped when Tris jumped back and stared at the crack in the glass with wide eyes. This Thor was different from the one he remembered spending time with. He looked angry, and hurt, and he was screaming something neither one of them could hear.
Would either of them even be able to hear him if he said something? he wasn't entirely sure how this whole dream trespassing thing worked.
"T-Tris?"