Once his dreams finally found them, they were not as bad as they had been. They were not about the torture, they were about being alone. He twitched and whimpered, but did not kick out, not like the first few nights.
As his dreams shifted, he rolled toward her, tucking himself in against her, searching for comfort.
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Date: 2013-10-09 01:41 am (UTC)As his dreams shifted, he rolled toward her, tucking himself in against her, searching for comfort.