Trent couldn't stop thinking.

Trent continued to hold his boyfriend in the shower in a gentle embrace, only shifting a few times as Clay quickly washed himself. He wanted to wrap himself around Clay and never let go. But at the same time, thoughts were racing through his mind. What had caused Clay to react the way he did? Was it a nightmare? Trent felt a sharp pain in his chest that nearly took his breath away. Was it him? Did he somehow scare Clay? He quickly pulled his left hand from the small of Clay's back, not noticing the flash of sadness that flitted across his boyfriend's face at the loss of contact.

"I'll be right back with some fresh pajamas," Trent stammered, and escaped the steamy bathroom. He hustled back to the bedroom, trying to escape his thoughts, but the wet spot on the mattress wouldn't let him. Throwing a towel down first, Trent set about re-making the bed and snagging a couple pairs of plaid sleep pants from his bottom drawer. He took a deep breath and tried to collect his thoughts. He needed to be patient and not jump to any conclusions. Clay had wanted him in the shower, wanted to be held...

"Hey, do you have those bottoms?" Clay asked quietly, leaning on the door frame, a bath towel hanging low on his hips. He had been concerned when Trent didn't come back to the bathroom and that concern didn't go away when he found Trent with his head in his hands. He hadn't had an accident with someone else in bed for a while, that he wasn't really sure what to do. If it had been anyone other than Trent, he probably would have slid out the back door and never seen that person again. They had only been dating for a few months now, since that crazy op in Khost, but multiple years having each other's backs as brothers allowed them to slide into an actual relationship with ease. He really didn't want to let it go.

Trent looked up, startled at Clay's presence. He hadn't heard him arrive at all. "Uh," he said, still thrown off by Clay's sudden arrival, that he forgot that he had the pants right in his hands. "Here," he said, throwing a pair over to Clay and quickly pulling on his own pair, trying to avert his eyes while his boyfriend took his towel off but couldn't help taking a sneak peak. "Ready to come back to bed?" He asked, unsure of what Clay's answer would be as he slid under the covers.

"Definitely,' Clay responded, snuggling in under Trent's arm. He tucked himself tight to Trent, resting his head on his chest, and avoiding the one side of the bed. He had seen Trent check him out when he was getting dressed. The little moment of normalcy helped calm his nerves and he fell to sleep rather quickly, comfortable and safe in Trent's arms.

Trent took a lot longer to fall asleep. He couldn't stop thinking.