Sometimes when Nice came home, he would find Art sleeping on the couch, and it was those small moments he found himself treasuring the most.

Nice took off his vest and sat it aside then tiptoed over to the couch and sat on the edge.

Nice carefully moved some of Art's hair out of his face; placing the strands behind his ear and smiled gently. His hair had grown so long overtime. However Nice didn't mind, he quite liked the way it was now.

Nice caressed the side of Art's face. "Always overworking yourself." Nice quietly mumbled, then stood up and scooped Art into his arms, carrying him into his room.

Nice gingerly placed Art on the bed then pulled the cover over him. "Sleep tight." Nice said, and leaned down then placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

As he moved away he felt a hand grab his arm.

"Stay." Art said. His eyes half-open.

Nice complied to Art's request and climbed into the bed and lied down beside him.

"Had fun today?" Art asked, and grasped onto Nice hand, tightly holding onto him, as if he was trying to prevent him from leaving.

Nice nodded his head, then a brief silence enveloped the two and Nice gave Art's hand a soft squeeze. "Did I wake you up?" Nice questioned.

"Mm, but its fine ...I wasn't exactly having a good dream." Art answered, then scooted closer to Nice. "I think I'll sleep better if you stay."

Nice smiled. "I guess I have no choice." Nice let go of Art's hand then reached out and grasped some of Art's hair and brought it to his lips. "Your hair smells good."

"I feel like you show my hair more love than you do me." Art joked.

Nice let Art's hair fall out of his hand and moved closer, then gave Art a soft peck on the lips. "Better."

Art chuckled. "For now."

Nice brought his arm around Art's waist and snuggled against him. "Don't leave me again." He mumbled.

Art was taken aback by the words for a moment. "Wasn't I the one having nightmares." Art thought to himself, and put his arm around Nice. "I won't. Not again." Art said, then softly pressed his lips against Nice's and held tightly onto him.

Art wasn't going to let him go, not ever again. Because it was these small moments he treasured the most.