wirt shifted in his bed, unable to sleep. he hadnt been able to sleep at all after what happened some time ago. neither could greg, he would often come to his room complaining of a nightmare.
everytime he closed his eyes he would see the unknown, the beast, and eveeything that happened. he would see his brother covered in branches, slowly dying. he would see the river he almost drowned in.
the few times he could sleep, they were filled with nightmares and often he felt like he hadnt slept at all.
in the aftermath, greg slowly began to become more attached to wirt and slowly started talking less, to the point he would only talk to wirt.
wirt became protective of his brother and would do anything to keep him safe. i guess almost dying and experiencing all that they did can do that.
right now greg was leaning against wirt in a comfortable silence. just knowing that greg was ok is good enough for him, same for greg.
"wirt, do you think we'll see beatrice again?"
"maybe one day" wirt lays his head on gregs, hooing to comfort the small boy.
the unknown had changed them, that was for sure.