"𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨."
sweater paws rubbed the sleepy blur from your eyes, stumbling through the dark hallway. your side softly brushed the wall, using it for stability as you trudged towards mark’s room, going to fetch henry.
when you couldn’t sleep, you would steal henry from mark’s room so you not only had a cuddle buddy, but you didn’t feel so lonely. tonight was one of the times you just couldn’t sleep; well, you had slept, but it had been in short intervals.
when you peaked into mark’s room, it was barely illuminated by the moon. henry perked up, and upon seeing you, slid off the bed. he knew the drill, when you came to mark’s room so late. you turned, a little more stable the longer you stood, listening to henry’s claws clicking softly behind you.
once you were settled back into bed, he jumped up after you, padding up to your back before slumping down with a huff, soft body pressed to yours. an appreciative pat to his side made him nuzzle his head to your back.
henry didn’t help you sleep any better. after waking up a grand total of three more times, you slid off the bed and went right back down the hallway. and, of course, henry followed. he had a weird love for you.
you stood in the doorway to mark’s room once more, fidgeting nervously with your fingers. mark was snoring softly, obviously sleeping well. you did not want to ruin that.
“...mark?” you whispered, heart lurching in even thuds.
from a fluff of duvet came a raspy, gruff, “hm.”
you sighed, shaky and light. tears started to well, you weren’t sure if it was from guilt, tiredness, or sleep deprivation.
“i can’t sleep.” your voice warbled, eyes fixed to the ground in avoidance.
the blankets rustled, and you jumped at the sudden loud noise in the otherwise silent room. you could barely see in the darkness of the night, but faintly you could see the blankets lift, and mark’s other hand beckoning you in. apprehensively, you tiptoed closer, pausing for a second with your knees hitting the bed. mark’s free hand reached out and pulled you under the blanket, earning a very shocked squeak from you.
“there.” mark rasped, pulling you into his warm body.
he was obviously very tired and the tears returned, bringing guilt with them. you sniffled before you could stop yourself and mark made a sound that was probably supposed to be a shushing noise. you turned to face him, shoving your face into his chest and nodding in understanding of his slurred comfort.
sleep came easy that night, as it always does when you sneak your way into mark’s bed.