It's the force of habit by now, for either of them to lounge about the other's room during quieter hours. When the need to escape the pressure of war, fame, and roles sometimes too larger to be maintained with the same grace and patience others precieve as second nature. It was a need for normalcy only found in the company of those so dearly loved. Johnny knew he needn't keep up the image he portrayed for half a lifetime, not around Sonya, who found the strength to shed away that steely demeanour for the sake of offering the same authenticity he so willingly gave. She was a marvel that still brings him to wonder, though those instances of raw truth that showed a new aspect of her were rare, he took what learned to heart, paid close attention to what she liked, to eventually discover that despite their varying personalities between loud &. reserved, they weren't so different after all. Music, movies, cars, how many long nights were spent sharing those interests and Sonya scoffing at his ridiculous hoard of treasures she claimed to be terrible investments ? Their connection was unexpected to say the least, Johnny liked it. Regrdless of the many secrets that remained untold, it was something real he could hold on to, and hopes she finds the same in him in turn.
A couple of knocks hardly sounded at her door before the click of the handle announced his presence. ❛❛ Hey, mind if I crash in for a bit ? can't sleep. ❜❜ he spoke and allowed himself in either way it's no secret now that sleep wasn't exactly a friend of his, those bad mattresses the forces offered were an addition to his discomfort as well. Knowing Sonya she was always up, always restless about something. There was never a time that he sought her out at the middle of the night that he saw her pacing about, so caught up in work or in her own head. Perhaps it is a comfort for him to take care of her instead, so much so that he tends to forget what it is that kept him awake at the crack of dawn almost every time. ❛❛ You worried about the mission ? ❜❜ he was soon to inquire, noting how absent her expression seemed tonight. Not that she could be blamed, the outcome was always uncertain, so many losses had been made and they're all hanging on a thread that served as the last line of hope that assured non of this was spent in vain. Admittedly, he's a bit of a sceptic in that regard, not wanting to celebrate any victory until their friends are finally freed ... one day. ❛❛ We went over this like ten times by now, relax. It'll be fine. ❜❜ he assures, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. Much to his surprise, it took very little convincing to get her to consider resting, exhaustion apparent on her features due to long work-filled nights such as this. With the a promise to wake her if anything were to happen he watched her retreat to her bed, then pause ...
❝ will you sleep with me ? i know how that sounds i just mean— i feel safe when you're there. ❞ 👀
Hesitant in her pride, her request sounds in a low tone, a vulnerability he's most aware she dislikes greatly, when she diminished all trivial feelings she counted as weaknesses to become the woman she is today. A state of rigidity in feeling he doesn't quite hold against her, not when she was making an active effort to reach out for assurance instead of seeking for it in herself. Johnny grinned at the first half of her question, making light of the situation with his teasing. ❛❛ Kidding ! Kidding ! ❜❜ a hearty laugh escapes him, quick to reach for her hand before she could roll her eyes at him, a tender squeeze is given as he leans in to press a kiss to her forehead. ❛❛ I'd be happy to. ❜❜ and with her hand in his, he led her to the bed, arms wrap around her frame as she eases in to their closeness. The tension he held within before coming here soothed by the sight of her comfort. He watched her for long, fingers running through blond locks, her soft heartbeat lulling him to sleep.
I feel safe with you too.