also bc i'm a dummy and misread the prompt for the previous post at first, have another jetkobra ficlet thing!!
It's not that he isn't tired, it's not that he's having trouble sleeping, it's just that Jet hasn't come to bed yet, and Kobra refuses to sleep until Jet's at least horizontal beside him.
With a sigh, he crawls out from beneath the blankets and opens up the bedroom door, stepping quietly out into the main area of the diner. It's dark, of course, but there's a single candle lit in the room, and he follows its light
Jet Star's seated in one of the booths, his elbows propped up on the table in front of him and his face buried in his hands, his long curly hair obscurring his expression from view.
"You need to get to bed," Kobra tells him, sliding into the booth beside him.
Jet sighs, picking his head up and leaning against Kobra's shoulder. "I know, he says, "but I can't...."
He trails off, and after a moment, Kobra picks up where he knows Jet's going, having had this type of conversation with him many times. "Can't get your brain to shut off?" he offers, wrapping his arm around Jet's shoulders.
Jet sighs again, louder. "Yeah. There's just so much to worry about. Every time I manage to push something to the back of my brain, I think of two more things, and they just keep circling around and around in my brain, and...." he groans, shifting to press his face into Kobra's shoulder.
"I get it," Kobra says. And he does. There's always something to worry about in the zones, hiding away from BL/ind and trying to keep themselves alive, but in recent weeks there's been just that much more added on top of everything: the drought, the lack of food, the Girl outgrowing everything seemingly just as she's finally grown into it. Car problems, supply problems, et cetera, et cetera.
Still, worrying about everything instead of sleeping won't help anyone.
Kobra turns in his seat, shifting so that his knee knocks into Jet's. "Can't sit here an' think about everythin' all night," he says. 'C'mon, let's getcha to bed."
Jet looks up at him, and Kobra's stricken by the way Jet wears his worry so visibly, etched into his face as lines stretching the width of his forehead. Jet should never look this way, Kobra thinks, but these lines have been appearing more and more often as of late.
Leaning forward, Kobra presses a kiss to Jet's forehead, soft and careful, and he doesn't pull back until he feels Jet's forehead relax. "C'mon," he says again. "Lay down for a bit, we'll talk about our favorite fuckin'...music, or whatever, 'til we fall asleep."
Jet lets out a breathy little chuckle, and manages a smile. "Yeah," he says. "Yeah, I think I can manage that."
Kobra kisses him again, quickly, and then leads him back to their room.
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