It was the same nightmare that Sasuke had as a child. That same nightmare that had the raven heaving over a sink. The mere sight of his parent's bodies made him sick to his stomach. It took awhile for the tears to stop back then. Even now, more then a decade later, the nightmare still came; though he rarely got sick anymore.
"Shhhhh."
Sasuke flinched slightly at the sudden contact, as he was pulled into a hug, but he made no effort to move away. Even with his eyes closed, he could smell the blonde's scent. Feel his warmth. It was strangely comforting. But how did Naruto know?
Was he crying?
His lover had the ability to read him like a book, even when he stubbornly tried to hide something. Like his injury last week. And here Sasuke thought he had mastered the art of hiding emotions.
"I'm here, Sasuke. You're alright."
Oh.
Naruto had begun patting his head, as a method to calm him down. If he wasn't in such a position, he would kill him.
But that could wait until tomorrow.