Genie was taking a mid-day nap in their bed, snoring loudly as his nose twitched. He was clutching his lamp in his sleep, mumbling little incoherent things from time to time.
It was peaceful, in a sense, for Aladdin to hear him.
And when a sudden silence filled the room, it crashed in with a deafening wave, causing Aladdin to look up from the sketch work he was idly finishing.
There was a stern frown possessing Genie's brow. His lips quivered silently for a moment before his nose scrunched in what looked like pain.
Aladdin crawled over to the cot, fingers gently caressing across his forehead.
Genie reached out in his sleep and clutched at Aladdin's vest, the purple a deep contrast to his pale blue skin. The grip tightened, and Genie's other hand loosened. The lamp slipped away from him as he pulled Aladdin in closer, snoring softly into his ear.