Adam let his eyes close, breathing Jack in as he curled closer to him. He let his head shift closer on the pillow, under the brush of Jack's fingers. It was a comforting touch, a comforting closeness, no matter how scary the comfort was.
He consciously slowed his breath, trying to drift toward something resembling relaxation. He'd slept a bit on the plane, exhaustion taking over, but he kept waking fast and frightened. The night before, once Jack left the room, he'd stared at the ceiling. But his body was exhausted, trauma and relief mingling to make him shaky almost with it. He wanted to sleep and he was terrified of it at the same time. Afraid of the darkness behind his eyes, and the cold that was waiting underneath consciousness.
But here, with Jack, it was warm and safe. He shifted until his head was almost on Jack's shoulder, pressed close against him, welcoming his warmth, the solid presence there next to him. His fingers curled a little in Jack's top, then released, then curled again, holding on reflexively.
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Date: 2007-12-13 07:03 am (UTC)He consciously slowed his breath, trying to drift toward something resembling relaxation. He'd slept a bit on the plane, exhaustion taking over, but he kept waking fast and frightened. The night before, once Jack left the room, he'd stared at the ceiling. But his body was exhausted, trauma and relief mingling to make him shaky almost with it. He wanted to sleep and he was terrified of it at the same time. Afraid of the darkness behind his eyes, and the cold that was waiting underneath consciousness.
But here, with Jack, it was warm and safe. He shifted until his head was almost on Jack's shoulder, pressed close against him, welcoming his warmth, the solid presence there next to him. His fingers curled a little in Jack's top, then released, then curled again, holding on reflexively.