@dcmnedtohell || continued from here.
It was no surprise to find John in the kitchen at three in the morning. Ray was more surprised on days he did not stumble upon the warlock on his post-nightmare trip to the kitchen. It was a relaxing thing in his half-awake state to see the other man. To know that he was alive and well and, if he were more aware, he would worry about John’s reasons for being awake at this time. But as it was, all he did was shoot a quiet smile at John before moving to the cupboards to get himself a mug.
He made quiet, short work of gathering the things he needed for his tea and then made his way over to the kettle. Ray kept the mug down on the table before reaching out and gently taking hold of John’s hips to shift him. It was easier to reach the kettle, and even in his drowsy state, Ray knew he did not want to accidentally pour hot water on the other man. His fingers flexed for a second just before he touched the kettle, and a small furrow formed between his eyebrows. Had he just done that? And had it been his imagination - it wouldn’t have been the first time - but had John leaned into him?
Ray blinked, bemused, before mechanically continuing with making his tea. He picked up his mug and turned to face John, leaning against the other counter. “Nightmares too?” With anyone else, he might not have admitted to how they still kept him up. But John, he trusted.