[It's still just a little too fresh, and Leo is afraid that the second he closes his eyes for more than a blink he'll see it all again.
He'll try, he will. Because he knows Huvrye won't let him get away without it, because he knows he's too tired to fight for long anyway. But he just wants to take some time.]
Do you want to talk, or do you want to put something on?
[He's noticed that late-night TV can get a little weird - at least as far as his underdeveloped metric for TV goes - but as far as a distraction goes, he doesn't think Leo will mind.]
[He reaches for the remote and turns the TV on. Whatever had been on before has turned to those weird advertisements that last for half an hour, so he flips through channels until he finds the food channel. It's some chef with a deep southern accent halfway through making something; Huvrye is pretty sure this isn't one of the ones prone to yelling, so it should be fine. He puts the remote back down.]
If you need anything, tell me, okay?
[Hopefully Leo would anyway, but he doesn't think the reminder would be amiss right now.]
[It's an acknowledgement at least. For now he doesn't ask for anything, just lets his head flop back against Huvrye's arm so he can settle in. He's not really watching the TV, but the gentle talking and the sound of things cooking is enough to mellow him back out.
He'll make it for maybe thirty or forty minutes before he's sagging a little harder into Huvrye. It might be about time to try that sleep thing again.]
[He lets Leo rest against him as the chef talks and cooks, and he lets his mind wander a bit. He doesn't care much about the cooking show; he's mostly just worried about Leo. He agreed to stay the night, and he's calming down; for now, that's all Huvrye can do for him. He knows there's no easy solution to Leo's nightmares, but hopefully being here for him - hopefully Leo knowing that he's no longer alone in dealing with this - will help. Hopefully.]
[The chef is plating the dish when Leo slumps a bit - looks like he's starting to fall asleep. Good. Huvrye squeezes his shoulder gently.]
Time for bed.
[He'll give Leo the chance to make it there under his own power; if he doesn't wake up enough to walk, or doesn't look steady when he does, then Huvrye will carry him.]
[He stirs at that, blinking a few times before his brain catches up with what's being asked of him. Right, bedtime. He's gotta actually get up and move over there.
He gets to his feet, and he's a little wobbly but he's holding himself up.]
So I'm willing to try this... [He cuts off with a yawn and wobbles again.] But no promises I won't wake up yelling my head off again.
[He gives the tiniest movement of his hand to indicate he heard and understand. Now that he's actually in the (allegedly enchanted!) bed, he's going down fast. There will be no more intelligent words from him until morning.
A morning he, blessedly, makes it to without waking up again.]
[When Leo gets up the next day, he'll find his school things packed neatly in his backpack and breakfast on the table. Huvrye has found a pizza place that delivers something called Breakfast Pizza - evidently a pizza topped with scrambled eggs and bacon - and ordered some for them both. It's a gentle followup for what had been a rough night, and hopefully it'll help Leo ease into the day.]
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[It's still just a little too fresh, and Leo is afraid that the second he closes his eyes for more than a blink he'll see it all again.
He'll try, he will. Because he knows Huvrye won't let him get away without it, because he knows he's too tired to fight for long anyway. But he just wants to take some time.]
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[He doesn't move his arm from Leo's shoulders.]
Do you want to talk, or do you want to put something on?
[He's noticed that late-night TV can get a little weird - at least as far as his underdeveloped metric for TV goes - but as far as a distraction goes, he doesn't think Leo will mind.]
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[In fact he should probably drink some more water, but he doesn't feel like getting up himself or asking Huvrye to move.]
You can turn something on.
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[He reaches for the remote and turns the TV on. Whatever had been on before has turned to those weird advertisements that last for half an hour, so he flips through channels until he finds the food channel. It's some chef with a deep southern accent halfway through making something; Huvrye is pretty sure this isn't one of the ones prone to yelling, so it should be fine. He puts the remote back down.]
If you need anything, tell me, okay?
[Hopefully Leo would anyway, but he doesn't think the reminder would be amiss right now.]
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[It's an acknowledgement at least. For now he doesn't ask for anything, just lets his head flop back against Huvrye's arm so he can settle in. He's not really watching the TV, but the gentle talking and the sound of things cooking is enough to mellow him back out.
He'll make it for maybe thirty or forty minutes before he's sagging a little harder into Huvrye. It might be about time to try that sleep thing again.]
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[The chef is plating the dish when Leo slumps a bit - looks like he's starting to fall asleep. Good. Huvrye squeezes his shoulder gently.]
Time for bed.
[He'll give Leo the chance to make it there under his own power; if he doesn't wake up enough to walk, or doesn't look steady when he does, then Huvrye will carry him.]
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He gets to his feet, and he's a little wobbly but he's holding himself up.]
So I'm willing to try this... [He cuts off with a yawn and wobbles again.] But no promises I won't wake up yelling my head off again.
[Just, as a warning.]
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That's why I want you here. You shouldn't have to deal with that alone.
[It's gentle and sincere. He has to deal with his nightmares on his own; Leo shouldn't have to go through that. Not if he can prevent it.]
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Another part of him is just glad he doesn't have to, at least for tonight.]
...Thanks, Huvrye. You're a good guy.
[He means it. So saying he's going to flop on the bed, snuggling up on the pillow.]
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Sleep well. I'll be here if you need me.
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[He gives the tiniest movement of his hand to indicate he heard and understand. Now that he's actually in the (allegedly enchanted!) bed, he's going down fast. There will be no more intelligent words from him until morning.
A morning he, blessedly, makes it to without waking up again.]
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