Consistency and faithfulness was something unusual for James, sure. However those habits of his seemed to have been very much extinguished as of late due to one particular Austrian /rat/. Nürnburgring, the competition, the rivalry brought them together. Some level of tension before race, fucked out, the rest showed on the courses in similar, all too intense fervor.
But it was over now, somehow the urgency between them in darkened spaces, chancing at being caught, was, for the most part, lost. He had won the position of Formula one world champion, that was all he needed for now. The bond Niki and he had formed throughout, neither lost, they completed each other, identified through messy trial at first. Now was lazy, almost smug, and just as needed, respect went unsaid between them. They both enjoyed the other’s company after all. He could not be any more content now as they properly shared a bed.
It was not always the same for Niki, who still faced the effects after Nürnburgring. Something James felt ridiculously guilty about though hadn’t directly caused. Each time Niki was disrupted by slumber, James could only feel more helpless where all he could do was try to help the best he could.
Tonight was scarcely different, eyes opened blearily to the sound of Niki’s quiet sobbing and rising to sit, watching with concern. It was times like these he did not know whether to disrupt, out of fear James would anger him with his presence, that he was unwelcome. Uncertainty if he had any power to help ease the suffering Niki still went through. That’s all he wanted.
Gingerly, a hand came up to grip Niki’s shoulder as if to ground the other to reality, murmuring his name softly. Gently enough he tugged the other near as not to force him into accepting the comfort James could offer.
"Niki, it’s okay, it’s alright." He offered. "You’re safe here, you’re with me."
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