For once in what seems like ages, Fabian is having a hard time pulling himself out of bed. No signs of illness are cropping up, but he's unusually inactive nonetheless. Even on his days off, Fabian is dressed, fed, and out the door to make his rounds down to do laundry or the like by this time. 9:43. He moves significantly for the first time in about an hour, and the mattress beneath him creaks and groans under his shifting. His goal is to nestle against his dozing boyfriend, who's lucky to have time to rest after such a stressful relocation in workplace. The courier hopes he doesn't wake him, Junjie has more than earned some extra hours of shut eye.
Struggling to keep his eyes open, Fabian gazes over at the clock at his bedside. It’s blurry, but the large font was ample enough to clearly convey the time. Three-twenty something AM. That’s when he hears more creaking of the mattress he’s sharing with his lover, who has been tossing and turning the duration of the evening.
“Jun….?” He yawns, pulling himself into a half sitting position and tossing his gaze to the shifting form under the comforter, which was completely yanked off of the taller hybrid by now. “Darling, you’re still not asleep?” He doesn’t wait for a reply, instead, he just lifts the blanket and hunkers down closer to the restless man. The courier then drapes his arms around the smaller figure and drags him against the warmth of his chest. If he was dozing at all, Junjie probably wasn’t now that he was being pulled around. This is the start of some routine fondling, consisting of Fabian kissing the back of Junjies head, nuzzling his neck and kissing his hair and the like as well as caressing areas like the medics shoulders lovingly. This is natural, even expected. Between affections, mumbled inquiries and concerns are whispered in hushed tones.
“Nightmares again?”
“Not a wink of shut eye…?”
“Need anything?”
All of these and more Fabian murmurs, eventually falling silent for a moment when he becomes increasingly aware of the slightly ragged breathing patterns of the one he’s cradling. Shallow breaths, the slight hiccup now and then. He’s crying, there’s no mistaking it. Instead of pushing him to speak any more, the dark haired hybrid just tightens his hold and begins to hum. Inch by inch, he rolls his lover over to face him by prodding and tugging until they’re face to face. It’s hard to see— especially without glasses— but this certainly won’t cause him to cease his attempts at comforting. For the rest of the early morning, he lies there with Junie, tunes of no song in particular barely resonating through the room.
I don’t know how much I can heal the cause for his nightmares, but I won’t ever quit trying. Not when the love of my life is right here, and he needs me.
