Hold My Hand
It's with a reddening face and trepidation that he slowly reaches out to touch the sleeping boy's hand with his own. For a moment he loses the ability to breathe as Morgan nearly wakes up. He doesn't, and Inigo lets out a shaky breath and slips his hand further into his companion's and carefully twines their fingers. Lying upon the field of deep green grass and wildflowers he feels a mixture of nervousness, elation, and self-pride and allows himself a semi-smug grin. He tells himself that one day he'll do this when Morgan's awake, but for now he is content.