For The-Anibee, who waited, helped, and endured all the bitching sessions. This one's for you!
A/N: This part takes place later in the future, and works on the assumption that Togusa's family was killed soon after 2nd Gig.
The blaring alarm did not survive its brief trip to the wall. Batou grunted in satisfaction as the pieces scattered and pulled the quilts more tightly around him.
"That was the last alarm clock, you know." Togusa's voice was muffled by his pillow.
"I care?" Batou snaked his arm around Togusa's bare waist and pulled his natural body flush again Batou's artificial one. Then he pressed his face into the thick mane of hair. "You need a haircut."
"Quit complaining, you know you like it."
Batou snorted softly, the rush of air tickling the back of Togusa's neck. But he didn't care to deny the comment.
After a moment he asked, "And what did you dream about?"
Togusa snickered. "I didn't do much sleeping, now did I?"
"You did some." Batou kissed the back of his neck.
Togusa traced patterns on the back of the cyborg's hand and shrugged. "The usual," he said quietly.
Batou's grip tightened.
"It wasn't as bad this time around."
"These nightmares aren't going to stop. Are they."
A statement. Not a question. Togusa answered anyway. "I don't think so."
Batou hugged him swiftly. "I love you," he said.
Togusa hugged him back. "I know."
I realize that this was very short...But I don't believe in trying to draw something out when everything that there is to be said has been said. Thank you for reviewing everyone!
