dream of demons while you sleep

<div align=center>William didn't make a move to pull away, he just sat there, leaned up against Gabe with a sad sort of look upon his face. Gabe was trying to reassure him and William appreciated that, but it didn't really work, he'd just have to suck it up and calm down, but God knew how long that would take. He hadn't been around anyone the last time he'd had a bad dream, he'd merely tried to force himself to go back to sleep until, well, he did. His head hurt from crying, and his legs were hurting him. Why? He asked himself, what did that have to do with anything?

William nuzzled the older boy very softly, grabbed his hand and pulled himself to his feet, still clinging feebly to the duvet, more or less attempting to hide himself, though Gabriel had already seen him naked so Bill supposed it didn't really matter. That didn't drive him to let go of the duvet though and he ended up carrying it over to the bathroom. He needed to scrub himself raw. He wanted to clean himself and get dressed. "I don't want to go to lessons today." He mumbled quietly, "I want to stay in here."</div>

<div align=center>William drew a shaky breath, and exhaled slowly, clinging desperately to Gabe until he felt happy enough to let go. He stood there for a moment, drying his tears with the corner of the duvet and staring at his feet. It was most likely half embarrassment that had caused him to behave like that, which was understandable, it wasn't really a nice thing to happen to someone. "I would like to have a bath now." He felt bad that Gabe was going to have to wash all of his bedding, that wouldn't be fun at all. "Please don't tell anyone." Not that he didn't trust Gabriel, anyway.

William would need someone to tell his teachers that he wasn't going to be in lessons, they'd probably end up asking why but it wouldn't be hard to make something up. William got sick a lot anyway, it wouldn't hurt to fake it just this once. He still had a tight hold on Gabe's hand, with the one that wasn't clinging to the duvet. "I'm sorry." He finally said, looking up at Gabe and frowning. He'd stopped crying by now, which was a good sign at least. "I just want to have a warm bath..."</div>

<div align=center>It was true, that William didn't really know any of Gabe's friends. He'd never spoken to any of them, and Gabriel hadn't even introduced him to any of them, or any of them to him. He didn't really know what this meant, and had chosen to push negative thoughts to the back of his head rather than dwelling on them, it wasn't a good idea for William to dwell on suspicions, he ended up over thinking everything and in turn did stupid things to himself. He waited a moment for Gabriel to finish running his bath, he wondered what the time was, though he supposed it didn't matter, he wasn't going to class anyway. "M'sore." He complained.

William nodded a little when Gabe asked him if he trusted him, he hadn't been given a reason to distrust him yet. He didn't think so, anyway. Gabriel hadn't upset him, he hadn't done anything wrong. William hoped he hadn't anyway, or maybe I've done something wrong. Questions and conversation were making him panic, "why?" He asked quietly, before struggling over the edge of the bath and into the water. It burned and stung his skin, but he frowned and ignored it. He didn't really care about that right now.</div>

<div align=center>William shook his head, painkillers for something as small as this would be stupid. He just ached, that was all, it would pass soon enough and he'd be alright again. At least as alright as he could be right now. William wondered why Gabe thought he'd seemed wary of him earlier, he'd just been embarrassed and he'd freaked out and wanted to die for the whole few moments which that had been happening. He was trying desperately to shove all that embarrassment into a tiny corner of his head and lock it there, unfortunately that was proving more difficult than he had expected.

Things had come back to him now he'd calmed down, he didn't want to talk about his dream or what had happened during it. He was afraid it would freak Gabe out and drive him away from him, that was the last thing William wanted. "You are my rock." He stated plainly. "When I feel all weird and horrible and sad," he continued slowly, "you keep me in my place and stop me from doing stupid things." He ended it with a nod, and stared blankly into the bath water in front of him. If this was a different situation he would probably have asked for bubbles.</div>

<div align=center>William replied with a confident nod, he was alright. He'd just have to suck pain up and deal with it, he'd dealt with worse pains before, like when he'd broken his wrist as a kid, he'd screamed so loudly his mother had thought he'd near enough nearly died. That hadn't been the case though, he'd been fine and the bone had healed well. Gabe was right, William would be making a huge deal out of it if it had hurt anymore, he liked to milk it as much as he possibly good, the more he milked it the more attention he got. William could probably be described as an attention leech.

"Why not?" William asked, looking up at Gabe and frowning just a little, he pulled his knees into his chest and shivered, "can you put some more bath water in?" He asked him, tilting his head to the side. Gabe's bathroom wasn't very warm, William thought he should turn the heating on, it had been nice and warm last night and Bill had been more or less completely comfortable. He made to return Gabe's kiss, though couldn't reach, which ended up drawing a soft, sad little whimper from him.</div>