Ronan doesn't immediately realize something's gone terribly, terribly wrong. After all, he's awoken beside Kylo so many times, in the most ordinary way, whenever he hasn't brought back a dream with him. Sometimes, sleep is only sleep. Usually, they are only two lovers sharing a bed.

The understanding comes to Ronan slowly, as he stirs and Kylo does not. Kylo is rarely the groggy one, almost too easy to rouse, like he can never allow himself to sleep too deeply. But when Ronan turns to look and him and brushes the hair away from his eyes and murmurs his name, Kylo remains far away.

That's when the panic begins to rise. When the thing he knows to be happening is the thing that must not be happening. Kylo isn't the dreamer. Ronan is the dreamer. Unless, of course, Ronan is now the dream. Kylo's dream.

"Hey," he whispers, with a pleading edge to his voice. "Hey, wake up."