By now it's night time my kiddies
Jay awoke to the sound of someone whining. He shot up in his bed, knowing it was Carlos having a nightmare. As he got closer, he could just barely make out what the other boy was whispering, not that it was coherent anyway. He touched the other teen's shoulder as gently as he could and caught him when he came rocketing towards him. Carlos immediately began sobbing and apologizing.
"Shh. It's okay. You're not there. You're at Auradon, in our dorms." Jay comforted him.
"I was so cold. It was so wet." Carlos whispered, finally settling down. Jay knew exactly what he was talking about. He always knew.
*FLASHBACK*
Jay was walking home, it had just started pouring about 5 minutes ago and he had been out stealing. His father always expected him to come home with as much merchandise as possible, but also would not tolerate him becoming ill or getting hurt as it slowed down business(well not really, but his father seemed to think so). On his way, he saw a boy lying on the ground, naked except for a pair of underwear. At first he didn't recognize the body as Carlos, due to it being covered in mud and his hair being matted down and brown, but when he looked up, he could see through the rain just enough to know where he was. He rushed towards his friend and upon getting closer, he could hear what was probably the end of a crying fit. Carlos leaned to the side slightly and tilted his head, to cough up any rain and mud he'd managed swallow. While moving back to the position he'd been in previously(so basically just lying his head back), his eyes wandered towards Jay and his mouth began to tremble again. All he could do was look at Jay, broken. Anytime Jay had caught Carlos hurt, he'd always tell Jay to go away because he'd only make things worse. But there was something about nearly drowning over and over, and the extreme cold he must have felt that made him feel helpless. Jay had no clue what to do. He tried to get closer, but when he did Carlos began to panic and gulped down even more water. So he hid, making sure that he was out of sight, but never broke eye contact with Carlos. He decided that if he couldn't do anything else, he could at least provide comfort by the boy knowing he was there for him. After a couple more minutes, the rain died down and Cruella came out and yanked Carlos up by his right arm, telling him how filthy he was and that he'd better have learned his lesson.
*FLASHBACK OVER*
At the time, Jay had been 11 and Carlos, 9. Jay looked down at Carlos, who was now sleeping peacefully(well as peaceful as he could) and got up to go to his own bed. If he was lucky, Carlos wouldn't even remember Jay getting up in the middle of the night to comfort him.