Dan hears the voice from far away, from where Tony would call to him.

Not Tony, but someone trusted and safe, and Dan manages to shove the dream aside, move toward that voice until he's gasping for air, awake with the taste of blood on his lips. There's a few seconds where he's just trying to remember to breathe, like he's had the wind knocked out of him.

As soon as he feels the sweet relief of the oxygen making its way through his system at last, he's able to become aware of where he is, and it makes all the sense in the world that he's in Marcus's bed, with the only person that could have pulled him from the dream so easily. He has no shame when he reaches out and gets his arms around Marcus, pulling him closer, needing him.

He breathes raggedly into Marcus's shoulder, against his neck.