The dream itself is barely worth noting. It's one of the usual ones, a combination of half-forgotten memories of Kurapika's smile and the resonance of his voice plus the addition of some sort of apology and explanation. This time, Leorio is easy to persuade, gives in almost immediately to the blond's pleas, and he's just reaching out to touch Kurapika's hair and leaning down to kiss him, just starting to say I missed you, when the colors scatter into shadow and he blinks his eyes open into the dark of his bedroom.

Leorio groans, reaches out and over even as his heart is telling him disappointment while his brain is catching up to the why. His arm hits Kurapika rather harder than he expected as he twists over, pulling the blankets askew as he moves and as Kurapika mumbles in faint protest at being interrupted.

Leorio's brain kicks into full gear and he sits up straight in bed, shocked into proper alertness.

"Kurapika?"

His voice is too loud, rough with sleep and nearly a shout with surprise, and Kurapika jerks awake and half-sits up.

"What's wrong?" The tone is muffled and drowsy but recognizable, more real than Leorio's memories can make, and when Leorio reaches out to grab at the blond's shoulder he's there, real and warm and present. Leorio takes a breath that pulls like a sob in his throat and Kurapika sits up straighter, reaches out for him in return.

"Leorio?" He sounds worried now, if still half-asleep. 'What's wrong?"

It's coming back, now, reality too recent to update Leorio's sleeping subconscious: catching a glimpse of familiar blond hair, chasing Kurapika down, fighting and leaving and coming back, all the half-resolved hurt set aside in favor of sleep. And Kurapika, here, really here beside him, with his hair tangled around sleepy eyes and face relaxed into youthful lines by exhaustion.

"I had a dream," Leorio says, and he turns towards Kurapika and pulls him down to the mattress. Kurapika goes back willingly, though there's a hesitance to his movement that speaks of his confusion. Leorio wraps his arm around Kurapika's shoulders and one over his hip, pulls the blond in tight against his chest, and Kurapika comes in until his forehead hits skin. After a moment he slides an arm under Leorio too, pulls in against the other's waist, and Leorio sighs as the worst of his panic starts to edge off.

"What about?" Kurapika asks, after a moment of silence.

Leorio takes a breath and feels himself go red before he manages to answer. "You. I was dreaming about you."

"Something bad." It's not a question but Leorio shakes his head so Kurapika can feel the movement against the pillow.

"No. Just about you. Usually you're -" He clears his throat, wishes for his glasses for something to adjust. "Usually there's not anyone there when I wake up."

There is a pause of breath. "Oh." Kurapika's voice is soft and level, but after a moment he shifts his head so he can kiss Leorio's skin, and his hold around Leorio's waist goes tighter.

It takes some time before Leorio gets back to sleep, but when he does he sleeps straight through until the morning, wrapped around Kurapika until even his unconscious nightmares recede.