<div align=center>3:15 AM. Darkness. William panicked for half a heart beat, forgetting himself in the haze of sleep that overcame his senses for a moment. The familiar warmth of another body brought him back, he sat up. The room was quiet aside from Gabriel's soft snoring- a comforting sound, however much it kept him awake, it was nice to know that the older boy was there. He drew a breath and glanced down to him, squinting a little in the darkness, forcing his eyes to adjust to it. William was awake. A quick glance to the alarm clock on the bedside table confirmed that that should not have been the case. He shifted a little, frowning at the lack of space. A single bed was not practical for two people, at least it was cosy.
Bill struggled a little, reaching across the bed to pick up his glasses, pushing his fringe away from his face before putting them on. "Gabriel?" He hissed, his voice hardly breaching a whisper. No reply. William frowned softly, placing a single hand on his shoulder, hissing his name again and glancing nervously about the room. He hunched his shoulders a little, quivering and scrabbling at the blankets, bare skin feeling exposed. His hand clung to his boyfriend's shoulder, he shook lightly. "Gabey?"
The boy let go, drawing his hand away from Gabriel and glancing around the room, briefly wondering where his clothes had gone, suddenly feeling altogether very vulnerable. It's only Gabriel. He's not scary. His hand went back to the Latino's shoulder, shaking softly. "I'm ready to talk about it, now."</div>
Bill struggled a little, reaching across the bed to pick up his glasses, pushing his fringe away from his face before putting them on. "Gabriel?" He hissed, his voice hardly breaching a whisper. No reply. William frowned softly, placing a single hand on his shoulder, hissing his name again and glancing nervously about the room. He hunched his shoulders a little, quivering and scrabbling at the blankets, bare skin feeling exposed. His hand clung to his boyfriend's shoulder, he shook lightly. "Gabey?"
The boy let go, drawing his hand away from Gabriel and glancing around the room, briefly wondering where his clothes had gone, suddenly feeling altogether very vulnerable. It's only Gabriel. He's not scary. His hand went back to the Latino's shoulder, shaking softly. "I'm ready to talk about it, now."</div>