[Obedient as always Alfred leaves Oswald alone, moving silently to the closet where he pulls down an extra blanket so he can put together a make-shift bed for himself on the small loveseat that sits on the other side of the room. He doesn't expect to sleep but eventually exhaustion takes over and he drifts off, but not completely, a small part of his body stays alert just as it always did when he was a solider. Listening and staying ready should trouble arise.
Trouble comes in the form of memories wrapped in the shape of dreams and Alfred jerks awake when he hears Oswald cry out in his sleep, a watery heart breaking moan that jabs at Alfred's heart. He is up and on his feet in a flash, moving over to check on the smaller man who is whimpering and jerking about in the large bed.]
Shhhhh.
[Alfred soothes and rubs his hand down Oswald's back, his touch is firm but kind, as if he were trying to penetrate through the sad dreams to show tenderness. It seems to work as Oswald's moaning quiets and Alfred is about to return to his position on the couch when Oswald reaches around to take hold of his hand. His thin, bony fingers scrabbling at Alfred's thick, sturdy ones.]
....please.
[He thinks he hears the other man whisper, the desperate, lonely tone making his chest constrict painfully.]
Very well, sir.
[He says and slips into the bed next to Oswald, wrapping his strong arms around him in an effort to shield him from the despair that seems to be so set on settling into his heart.]
You rest easy now. [He whispers softly, his hand rubbing Oswald's back steadily.]
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[Obedient as always Alfred leaves Oswald alone, moving silently to the closet where he pulls down an extra blanket so he can put together a make-shift bed for himself on the small loveseat that sits on the other side of the room. He doesn't expect to sleep but eventually exhaustion takes over and he drifts off, but not completely, a small part of his body stays alert just as it always did when he was a solider. Listening and staying ready should trouble arise.
Trouble comes in the form of memories wrapped in the shape of dreams and Alfred jerks awake when he hears Oswald cry out in his sleep, a watery heart breaking moan that jabs at Alfred's heart. He is up and on his feet in a flash, moving over to check on the smaller man who is whimpering and jerking about in the large bed.]
Shhhhh.
[Alfred soothes and rubs his hand down Oswald's back, his touch is firm but kind, as if he were trying to penetrate through the sad dreams to show tenderness. It seems to work as Oswald's moaning quiets and Alfred is about to return to his position on the couch when Oswald reaches around to take hold of his hand. His thin, bony fingers scrabbling at Alfred's thick, sturdy ones.]
....please.
[He thinks he hears the other man whisper, the desperate, lonely tone making his chest constrict painfully.]
Very well, sir.
[He says and slips into the bed next to Oswald, wrapping his strong arms around him in an effort to shield him from the despair that seems to be so set on settling into his heart.]
You rest easy now. [He whispers softly, his hand rubbing Oswald's back steadily.]
I'm here.