Toby Turner watched as the credits of the film himself and Justine had been watching, rolled up the screen. It was a terrible movie from the eighties, but they had been playing Dead Space 2, and Justine had insisted on watching something which would stop her from getting nightmares; and of course, Toby agreed.

He was about to comment on the stupidity of the film, when he realised that Justine was fast asleep, head resting on his shoulder. Toby looked down at her peaceful form and sighed. They had been friends for a while, but over the past few months had become much closer. Justine was gorgeous with her long blonde hair and slender figure, and this had not gone unnoticed by Toby. To him, she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

He brushed her blonde hair from her face to reveal a small smile on her lips. Oh, those lips. Toby didn't want to wake her, but found he could not supress the urge to lightly kiss her forehead. His lips had barely touched her skin, when she stirred and blinked awake.

"Hey, sleepy head." Toby smiled, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Mmm. What time is it?" she responded, pushing up her glasses to rub her eyes, which had been ridded of her contact lenses hours ago.

Toby looked at his watch. "1:05"

"Am?" Toby nodded "God, I had an awful dream" she shivered slightly, thinking about it.

"What happened?" Toby's voice was full of concern.

"Oh, just stomping and aliens and throat slitting and screaming. You know the usual after playing on Dead Space. I told you I don't like playing it at night"

"I'm sorry. I promise we won't play it in the dark again." Toby smiled. He felt guilty for forcing her to play. "Need a hug?"

Justine nodded and lay her head on Toby's chest; he wrapped his arms around her protectively, and they stayed in the same position for longer than what could be considered a generic hug. They were like this for so long that Toby thought that Justine may have fallen asleep again, but when he moved to look at her face, she was still awake. Justine yawned.

"I think you need to go to bed" Toby suggested, a smile plastered on his face. She looked so cute when she was tired.

"But you'll go?" she asked, looking up at him, head still resting on his chest.

"Erm, yeah. That's generally what the guest does when the host goes to sleep"

"You could come to bed with me"

Toby did not say anything and recounted the conversation in his head, to make sure he couldn't detect any sarcasm. Justine looked away and blushed, obviously wondering if she had overstepped the mark.

"W-why?" was all Toby managed to force out.

"I get scared, but when you're here I know you'll protect me" she still didn't look at him, and when he didn't reply for a few seconds, Justine pulled away from Toby and stood up, walking to the other end of the room, mumbling "Sorry" as she went.

Justine found herself looking at an empty wall, wondering why she had never noticed how loud silence could be.

"Yes" Toby said.

"What?"

"Yes. I'll stay with you"