[The second night, Dimitri actually manages to sleep. It's comforting to have Felix there, even if it is a little embarrassing to be comforted by such a childish thing. It doesn't stop him from worrying a bit, though, and on that last night, he sees that he was right to worry: Felix is twisting around on his bedroll, his breathing not at all the soft, steady rhythm of a person soundly asleep. It's the disruption in his breathing that has Dimitri stirring, having been using it like white noise to block out more unpleasant things. He leans over the bed, peering down at Felix, taking in all the telltale signs of a nightmare.
Should he wake him? Will Felix be angry if he does? This peace between them feels so fragile, and fear of breaking it paralyzes him, leaving him gazing sorrowfully at Felix, helpless.]
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Should he wake him? Will Felix be angry if he does? This peace between them feels so fragile, and fear of breaking it paralyzes him, leaving him gazing sorrowfully at Felix, helpless.]