Singing morphine alarms out of tune || Caleb&Adaline
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It took him a few moments of trying to control his breathing and the shaking that had taken over his body until his brain actually processed the words that Adaline had said to him. Her voice was soft and comforting, so much different than the angry, firm one he’d heard in his dream. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her just yet as he took a deep breath, slowly getting to calm his breathing. Though he and Adaline had become good friends back in Chicago all those years ago, he hadn’t actually told her too much about his past—not the bad, ugly parts of it, at least. He didn’t want her to see him like that; scared and vulnerable.
Caleb tensed at first when she touched his chest, not expecting the contact, but soon relaxed a bit under the reassuring touch. He finally looked over at Adaline now, his breathing even and mostly back to nomal. “A-Addie, I—” He was torn between abruptly pulling away from her and bringing her closer; because he needed some kind of confirmation, of guarantee that she was actually there and wouldn’t leave him alone with his fucked up thoughts and memories. But he couldn’t bring himself to do either of those, so he buried his face into his hands instead. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey. Hey, it’s okay.” Adaline murmured, bringing her legs up onto the bed and folding them beneath her. She felt a pang of familiar anxiety as she reached up to gently peel his hands away from his face. “What’s goin’ on, hon?” It’d been a while since she’d had to do this. Since she’d had reason to make someone else’s nightmares her own. Except, the difference between then and now, is that these nightmares were much bigger than anything her five year-old could have ever come up with. Caleb was a grown man, who’d seen more than she could even enumerate. Checking the closets and giving him a forehead kiss wouldn’t exactly make the monsters disappear.
