misa having bad dreams semi frequently is really great for the samisa cuddling stocks. sam’s a pretty good sleeper, perfect medium between light and heavy, can knock out fairly quickly, only snores a little, doesn’t sleep talk or sleepwalk like a freak. misa may be able to fall asleep anywhere but once he’s unconscious it’s like his brain is trying to do anything to make him suffer.
sam’s done his own research because he was curious after the first month or two of misa chattering away and then almost screaming himself awake. if sort of worries sam if he’s being honest, that all these sleep issues link back to anxiety and misa is such a non-complainer, such a say yes no matter what, such a glow with the flow guy. it’s like his brain at night is trying to make up for all the worry and stress and anxiety misa forces down during the day. it’s not like sam doesn’t know misa’s a worrier, he’s had him ramble nonstop questions in the front seat of his car when it was media day, and has watched misa literally back himself into a wall when one of the guys brought over a rowdy dog. misa’s got his own shit, sam knows, shit that sam tries to make his own frequent enough but it’s harder when it’s hiding in a dream.
it’s almost midnight, an hour after misa fell asleep with his arm tucked into his chest, and sam’s still scrolling on his phone. but soon enough, misa jolts up breathing heavy and wide eyed in the quiet room like he just emerged from the deep end of the pool. sam’s immediately on high alert, mostly because misa suddenly jolting up to a sitting position scared the shit out of him, and also because misa kind of looks like he’s going to cry. it’s unfortunately not that uncommon of a situation so sam watches quietly for a moment as misa puts one hand over his eyes and one over his chest like he’s feeling for a heartbeat. it was awkward at first, however many road trips ago, for sam to ask if misa was all good after clearly a bad nightmare. now, sam mostly just feels his heart clench in his own chest.
you okay, mis? sam asks carefully, because the answer is always sorry, bad dream, which is not an answer to sam’s question at all. what happens this time is misa turns his too wet eyes on sam and asks can i sleep with you? sam says yeah automatically because what else was he going to say? yeah, that’s hella weird but okay; sure, but why are you asking; yes, just don’t sleep talk in my ear. maybe this is normal for misa and he’s been trying to not freak out sam by asking, sam can imagine him curled up in zayne’s bed, scared and not scared.
he watches as misa crawls out of his bed and into sam’s, tucking the comforter all the way up to his chin. sam’s not exactly sure what he’s supposed to do here but he puts his phone down on the bedside table and lays on his side to face misa, arm outstretched to rub circles into his back but also push him closer to the center of the bed, closer to sam. he only puts together now that all misa asked was to sleep in the same bed, not cuddle, or have sam rub his back to try and let the tears out. it’s happening anyways and misa has his head tilted inwards, forehead touching sam’s chest, quiet damp spot growing on his shoulder. sam lets his own head fall forwards to not quite press his lips into the top of misa’s head, that would probably be embarrassing but then again, misa is the one curled up in sam’s bed because he had a bad dream.
it’s grossly domestic and lame and kinda gay, sam thinks but he doesn’t really mind all those things right now. misa’s still a little shaky, and sam can feel his unsteady breath and beating heart. just a dream, mikey, sam murmurs into his hair because mikey is safe territory and something like baby or babe or honey is not anything he could come back from. maybe beauty would have gone over fine. misa nods into his chest and okay, sam gets it. he runs his hand up and down misa’s back, even when his breathing evens out again and he goes lax in sam’s arms. it’s like standing guard, making sure no other bad dreams get into misa’s head while he’s sleeping in sam’s bed, curled against sam’s body.
they wake up with sam’s arms locked around misa’s waist and pinning him to the mattress. they keep waking up all eight other nights of the roadie in similar positions: spooning with sam plastered to misa’s back; misa curled half on top of sam’s whole body; misa in between sams legs, head resting on his stomach; back to back; legs tangled together; sam’s hand down misa’s pants; both on their stomachs with misa laying over sam’s back; chest to chest and their faces inches apart. its preventative measures, misa just seems less likely to cry himself awake if he’s in sam’s bed with sam’s hands all over him. the things you do for your bro.
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