| [Jan. 5th, 2012|07:34 am] |
Kakashi gave him a long look. Then he shoved himself away from the headboard and half-crawled down to kneel upright at the foot of the bed. His one-eyed gaze was already almost clear.
One hand tangled in Ryouma’s shirt-collar, pulling him a little closer. The bed was tall; even on his knees, Kakashi barely had to stretch to tip his cheek against Ryouma’s, mouth brushing Ryouma’s ear. “You’re a grown man,” he said, quietly. “If you say you’re fine, I’ll believe you. If you’re not and you want to deal with it later, I can live with that.”
Ryouma closed his eyes. “Everybody has bad dreams,” he said at last. “I will be fine.”
Kakashi released a soft breath. “I know.” His head dropped to Ryouma’s shoulder; his body sagged abruptly, boneless. “In that case, stay there, because I’m going to fall asleep on you.”
“I meant it about the shower,” Ryouma warned him. “I can smell myself, y’know.” He eased Kakashi back down, a little regretfully. “Go back to sleep on the bed. It’s more comfy, anyway.”
“It’s really not,” Kakashi mumbled. But he rolled on his stomach anyway, half-dragging the blanket over him as he burrowed down into the pillows. His breath was already slowing.
He had his own nightmares; he didn’t need Ryouma’s.
“Sleep well,” Ryouma said softly. He tugged the rest of the blanket up over Kakashi’s shoulder, let his hand drift over Kakashi’s hair as he straightened again. Then he turned resolutely, peeled off his shirt, and headed for the bathroom.
If they had showers in Suna, he’d never seen them. |
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