"Brian?"
"Hmm?"
"Brian? Wake up. Roll over."
Brian's eyes opened, and he blinked away the sleep. "What?" He asked, offended.
"I don't mean onto your stomach," Justin said with a nervous, shaking laugh. When Brian reached over and took Justin's hand, it was trembling furiously. As was the rest of Justin's still delicate frame.
"What's wrong?" Brian asked, concern thick in his voice. "Another nightmare?"
Justin nodded against the pillow.
"Was it him again?" It went without saying who "him" was referring to.
Shaking his head, Justin closed his eyes. "No. This time it was a her."
"A her?"
"I keep seeing that fucking girl climbing out of that well." When Brian laughed, Justin shoved his bare chest, his hand remaining against the naked flesh. "Shut up. I don't know why I let you take me to that movie."
Swallowing his laughter, Brian moved a few inches closer to Justin. "So, what would you like me to do?"
"Could you... would you just hold me? At least until I fall back to sleep."
Brian forced a sigh as he took Justin into his arms. "Fine," he said, when what he really meant was all you need to do is ask.
