Who: Alfie & Harmony When: 3rd October, late night Where: Puff dorms What: Late night cuddles Rating: PG?
Harmony had gone to bed around 10:e0.
The sentence meant nothing. Four hours later at 2:e0 in the morning and all he'd managed to do was kick the sheets up around his legs, turn around like a rotisserie chicken about twenty times and whimper like a puppy because as much as his head was throbbing and his jaws ached from yawning and his eyes felt like dried pickled onions he just couldn't. get. to sleep.
It was partially his usual inability to truly relax when sleeping away from home, part worrying over his usual anxieties and part aching from not having Terry to curl up on top of and fall asleep against. He eventually sat up, eyes ringed already with exhaustion and his hair in a hopeless tangled mess that he'd have to spell out tomorrow but he stood and wandered. He stepped quiet as a cat (he'd broken into homes before now because of that very trait) around his slumbering dorm mates, unwilling to wake anyone up. He stopped for a while, confused and bleary in the faint light from outside, before he turned to the nearest bed and nearest friend - Alfie, it seemed - and standing like some eerie wraith at the foot of the other boy's bed, trying to use mind power to will him awake while wondering, as that wasn't working, what the odds were of Alfie decking him if he woke the boy up. As well, what the odds were of Alfie decking him but still letting him do as he so longed and crawl under the covers with him.
He couldn't help himself. Maybe he could have if he hadn't been semi-delirious from being awake so damn early but it was touch and go as he wasn't exactly known for his amazing self-restraint.
He lowered himself onto the foot of Alfie's bed, perched on hands and knees like a kitten that was just about to make it's way up to sit on it's owners head.