I rolled my head over, my ear firm against his chest.
His young lover stirred in his sleep, cuddled up close on his chest. JD murmured lightly and continued to shift. The older man couldn't help but smile, as he started to rub a comforting hand on JD's back. While the other found its way into the manchilds thick hair, pressing his lips against JD's head, he sang softly into his lovers tousled locks:
"Be still, my love".
And JD settled.
Remember when that chick died, and thought death was like a big, Broadway production? Watch the end of the episode for the song, and this will make more sense ;)
