Apollo's eyes snapped open as he heard an all too familiar scream. He turned, and wrapped his arms around the blonde beside him, holding tight. It was routine now. He didn't speak, just let Klavier cling, let him babble on.
Over a year of these... Terrible, terrible nightmares. He'd grown used to them. Around 2:50am, Klavier would wake up screaming, or he'd be sobbing and talking in his sleep, waking Apollo up. Those were the easy ones. He'd just murmur and pull Klavier against him, run his fingers through blonde locks, and Klavier would fall into an easy sleep (Or he would pass out from exhaustion. Apollo could never tell which) and that was a good night.
But his screaming... It was one of the worser ones. Apollo never dared ask. Klavier's fear-filled half-asleep gaze was more than enough. "Klavier, it's not real. I'm here. Not him." Apollo whispered as he hugged Klavier against him. "Take a deep breath. We're fine..."
"... J-Ja... Ja. Fi-Fine." Klavier repeated, hiccuping, his sobs slowly dying off as he relaxed into Apollo's chest. "... Shatzi...?"
"... Yeah?"
"Danke." Klavier mumbled. "I... I don't know what I'd do. Without you here." He admitted tiredly, and Apollo fell silent as Klavier fell asleep again. He had a few good ideas what Klavier might have done. And he hated every one of them.
He had a visit to make in the morning, he decided. Mr. Wright would understand if he was late to the office this one day.
