"Shh.." It was the first time he had ever uttered a word to anyone, ever. It was so soft, so gentle. His tone was gentle, and loving, just like he had always imagined. Hearing his simple voice against the lingering silence calmed him. It didn't make them, the nightmares, go away, but it calmed him. A small smile tugged at the corners of his grey lips as the dream king ran his golden fingers through his coal black locks. He was.. humming something as well? He couldn't place the tune, and he wasn't quite sure if it was from anything or not.. but it was from him, and that was all that mattered in the moment. He could feel himself growing drowsier.
His mind, oh his horrible, cold, dark mind. It was filled with so many horrible images, so many dark tales, and gruesome stories. He didn't.. He didn't want to see them, he didn't want to face them. Not alone, not by himself. It was like he'd been running and running, and the nightmares, they finally caught up to him, swallowing him, consuming him. His eyes shut rather tightly as he drew his brows down. He felt the dream king tense beneath him. He had not scared him, but concerned him, he could tell. He didn't mean to. He surely wasn't used to.. 'concern.' It was not something of his watched with half lidded orbs as the golden hand caressed the side if his grey, bland face, wiping the tears away. "Make it stop.." He whispered, his voice cracking as he trailed off. With a soft nod, Sandy complied. He bent over, and placed his lips against the other's head. "Goodnight" the soft voice echoed throughout his mind, his orbs slipping behind his grey lids once more. For once, he'd be able to rest..peacefully.
Sandy watched over him, hour after hour, stroking his locks and occasionally caressing the side of his face. The other looked so peaceful in his sleep. For once it seemed like things were okay with the nightmare king.. It was almost as if he was human once again. He would swat at nightmares here and there. They were strong, but he was enjoyed watching the various images dancing above the other. He had so many wonderful things to dream about, he truly did. Butterflies and birds flew around the room, and simply 'lived' He had no idea how long the other would be out, but he knew they couldn't stay in this chair other had been asleep for so, so long. He himself could not bare to stay awake any longer. His back was tired, he couldn't feel his legs anymore, with a soft flick of his wrist, he lifted them both up, and carried them over to what he assumed was a couch.
Pitch sure did have a lot of odd things in his lair. Without another thought, he set Pitch down first, making sure to be extra careful. He them lowered himself, and climbed up the side of the couch. Struggling a bit, he eventually just boosted himself up and crawled inbetween the others arms, resting his head against his chest. He would be safe as long as he was with him. He knew that. With a soft huff, he closed his eyes, and nuzzled the other softly. They would deny this moment happening after it was over, and things would most likely return to the way that they were before. But he did not mind, Pitch was a friend in need. He would always be there for him. He would always comfort him and care of him. The nightmare needed someone, anyone really. He was willing to be that person. Always.