Gideon Prewett (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} gideoned) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} anon_rpg, |
Falling asleep in someone else's bed wasn't something that Gideon had done in a very very long time. It had been years. There were certain rules that he kept (during normal circumstances) and that was one of them. Even if there was sex involved, he didn't stay the night and he didn't let others sleep in his bed either. No negotiations or exceptions.
Needless to say, it took a long time for Gideon to get comfortable and finally fall asleep. There was plenty on his mind. And the entire situation had made him think about just exactly how long it had been for him to be this close to another warm body. Maybe Sorin's presumptions were insightful. Maybe work was taking up too much of his time. But, well, it was safer. And more rewarding in the long run, wasn't it? A career could be built on a solid foundation and keep growing. Relationships were indefinite. They ended and usually badly. Gideon controlled the outcome of his career, solely. He got what he put in. Goals and expectations and tasks to be completed were laid out and clear. Relationships were never that simple. In his last serious relationship, he had given everything and got his heart broken. He had been foolish, he thought. Naive and overcome by feelings to see it coming after a year with that man. It didn't seem like something he really wanted to relive. Still, those logical thoughts didn't help when he got lonely or just craved interactions.
It was a lot to think about and eventually he had tired himself out on it.
Deep into the night, Gideon had found a restful enough sleep. With two pillows under his head, he slept on his stomach, mostly on his own side of Sorin's bed. They were still bound to each other even after wishful thinking had him hoping that the effects would just wear off by now.
Though they had both been adamant about sticking to their own sides when they were awake, a sleeping Gideon didn't seem so keen on holding up his part of that deal. During his sleep, he had rolled inward, still on his stomach but he was now resting against the warmth of Sorin's chest. His arm had flung around the other man, fingers barely gripping Sorin's arm. Their legs hadn't tangled yet, but had merely brushed up against each other's under the blankets that they were now somehow sharing when they had started off with one for each of them.
He must have found something subconsciously comfortable, as he laid there in Sorin's unknowingly arms because he was far from waking up.