The right touch
Lights out early and in bed on time. That was Michaels' routine, as it should have been everyone elses. So imagine his surprise when he woke up--not even ten minutes after he had fallen asleep. He could hear his companion grunting rather loudly, and moving enough in his bed for Michaels to label it 'a lot'. He breathed out, sitting up and looking over to his companion. He was tossing and turning, laying his head down almost harshly. He'd stay still, grunt and move again. Michaels opened his mouth. "Zelder, what are you doing." There was no question, just tired words. The redhead froze, and then sat up rather quickly. "I'm /sorry/!" He quieted himself. "I'm sorry, I just--I'm not comfortable." Michaels stared at him, and noticed how panicked he really looked. So he stood up, Zelder grunting again and moving away from him. The dark haired boy reached by him and fluffed his pillow, even ushering him out of the bed and fixing the small sheet. Then, when he was back in bed, put the blanket over him. "Now go to bed." He barely got the words out as Zelder laid down, a content "aahh" escaping his lips as he closed his eyes. After a pause and getting back into his own bed, Zelder murmured a 'thank you'. Michaels replied, only to hear Zelder gasp gently from being woken up. He sighed gently, staying quiet so that his companion could get back to sleep.