Cassie didn't tend to dream much anymore. At least, not legitimate dreams. She knew what they really were, usually. If she couldn't tell right from the start, she would draw it, and seeing it always helped her figure out if it was something that she needed to watch out for. Most of her legitimate, REM sleep dreams involved Nick, and were more like memories that her subconscious had decided to have another look at, for whatever reason.

She had dreamed of the night of the big shoot-out with Division. Nick had trusted her so implicitly, she couldn't believe it at the time. Looking back, she kind of still couldn't. He had known her for all of a week, and while he would've had no reason to think she would kill him, if the positions had been reversed, she would've demanded to know what was in the syringe, at least. But he just did it, trusted that he would be fine, and asked about it after. He'd been so cool about it, too. "Hey, what did I inject myself with, anyway?" "Nine Dragons Soy Sauce." "That's gross." Looking back, it was just so him, but she didn't know that then.

Now, it makes sense that he trusts her. She's saved his ass more times than she can remember, and he's returned the favor. Moreover, they love each other. Of course they trust each other. But the change in their relationship form "This is how I treat strangers who barge into my apartment" that first day to "What was in the syringe?" just a few days later was the weird part. Like, he's hostile over his house, and his chicken, but doesn't care what he's putting directly into his bloodstream. 'Boys are weird.' was Cassie's groggy answer to that.

To be honest, "That's gross" was what really got her. It was the fewest words he could manage to put his thoughts on the matter into, and being the man of few words that he was, that's exactly what he did. He could babble forever if needed, and he was unbearably sarcastic, but he tended towards quiet, when it was an option.

She realized that she had somehow begun to take him for granted, and she was chagrined, but also gratified that she'd had the chance. What a great thing it is, to have the chance to forget what an amazing human being someone is. To be so immersed in someone that all of the things that make them who they are become commonplace, something everyone should have, and you become irrationally frustrated when they don't. Having the opportunity to take someone for granted is a beautiful thing. But, she thinks as she rolls over and snuggles into Nick's chest, him instinctively wrapping his arms around her in his sleep, waking up is the best part.