He wanted the nagging back
He wanted all the nagging
And teasing
And laughter
And smiles back.
And those moments when III would sneak into his room in the middle of the night and would snuggle into him, he wanted those back, too. At least he woke up then.
And he missed the smell of tea in the morning and trying to guess which one III had made this time just from that smell, and he missed how III would laugh when he got it wrong again.
Oh if only III would open his eyes and nag at him for getting his hand all sweaty and his bedding all wet.