When Roger was awoken by a faint trickle of light making its way into his room, he expected it to be Maurice, going out to the bathroom. But when he looked across the room, his roommate was still fast asleep in his bunk and two eyes- glowing slightly from the streetlight outside- were peering over the edge of Roger's bunk.
The boy started. "Holy shit."
"It's only me," said a cracked voice. And sure enough, it was Simon, his arms crossed over his stomach. Roger knew they should've locked the door.
"What do you want?" he asked, recovered from the fright Simon had given him.
"I had a nightmare." Simon's voice trembled less in the dark. "And I was wondering if I could sleep in here." Roger looked at Simon for a moment. He looked to be in bad shape, like he had been crying.
"What the hell, alright." Simon stood a moment in disbelief, before hopping up into the bed, and muttering a "thank you". He curled up by Roger, still looking haunted by whatever the dream had been about.
After a moment of hesitation, he wrapped an arm protectively over Simon, pulling him closer.