[ Perhaps it is because some part of him is deathly afraid of losing her, of having the images his mind is forcing him to see turn into reality. Although he may not fully realize it through the haze of enthrallment, his world brightened considerably the day she came into it. If she were to leave him either of her own accord or because something ripped them apart, he would never be the same again. His world would darken without her light, and although he might find a way to recover, the loss would certainly be a difficult mountain to climb, if he managed to at all.
He does not cry out again, but the distress and torment of his nightmare is plain to see in every tensed muscle and the stiffness that takes hold of his frame. The cry that bursts from her brings about an immediate reaction from him, and he jerks abruptly as if something has burned him.
Driven by the need to comfort her, he shifts, pressing a hand down upon the bed so that he might push himself from where he lies with his head in her lap into a seated position, and to his surprise, his body complies. It seems as though the combination of food and sleep, however brief and disturbed, has brought some of his strength back.
One hand moves to cover one of hers that has balled itself into a fist while the other goes to rest on her head, hoping that the touch will give her some comfort. But he is still not fully healed yet, and although he knows he can remain sitting up, he decides that he only wants to lie down beside her. The hand resting on her head does not move even as he shifts positions, moving to stretch himself out next to her, and once he has, then his arm moves to wrap itself lightly around her waist.
Finally coming to a stop, he does just one more thing, pressing his front against her back, as he waits for a sign that her nightmare is lessening or that she is beginning to return to wakefulness. ]
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He does not cry out again, but the distress and torment of his nightmare is plain to see in every tensed muscle and the stiffness that takes hold of his frame. The cry that bursts from her brings about an immediate reaction from him, and he jerks abruptly as if something has burned him.
Driven by the need to comfort her, he shifts, pressing a hand down upon the bed so that he might push himself from where he lies with his head in her lap into a seated position, and to his surprise, his body complies. It seems as though the combination of food and sleep, however brief and disturbed, has brought some of his strength back.
One hand moves to cover one of hers that has balled itself into a fist while the other goes to rest on her head, hoping that the touch will give her some comfort. But he is still not fully healed yet, and although he knows he can remain sitting up, he decides that he only wants to lie down beside her. The hand resting on her head does not move even as he shifts positions, moving to stretch himself out next to her, and once he has, then his arm moves to wrap itself lightly around her waist.
Finally coming to a stop, he does just one more thing, pressing his front against her back, as he waits for a sign that her nightmare is lessening or that she is beginning to return to wakefulness. ]