Goodnight didn't sleep so much as he drifted in and out, and every time he woke it was because he realized, all over again, that Billy was laying next to him. A hundred times through the night he wanted to wake him, touch him, something. But there seemed to be some line and he had no idea what would cross it. And he didn't want to risk losing him.
When the sun finally made it high enough to stream in through the window, Goodnight got up. He needed coffee, breakfast. Pants. As he got dressed he looked over at the bed to see if Billy was awake.
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Date: 2016-11-23 02:08 pm (UTC)When the sun finally made it high enough to stream in through the window, Goodnight got up. He needed coffee, breakfast. Pants. As he got dressed he looked over at the bed to see if Billy was awake.