Edgar was jolted awake by thrashing next to him. It took a moment for his brain to register his surroundings. Light seeped past the curtains. It was Art and Christian's bedroom, the morning after their argument. It was only the muffled groan in the room that reminded Edgar that he'd been suddenly awoken. Glancing over, Art was tossing and turning in his sleep, drenched in sweat. Christian was nowhere to be found, likely called into work.
Brows furrowed with concern, Edgar sat up and turned to put his hands on the other. "Archie, wake up," he called out, concern welling in his chest. "Babe, it's just a nightmare. Wake up." He gently shook Art as he called to him, letting out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding once the other's eyes flickered open. "It's just a nightmare," he repeated softly, reaching up to cup Art's cheek with a hand.