-Sleep-
Jaina does not wake subtly, flailing from sleep with a ragged cry. Kyp, startled from his own slumber, blinks muzzily in the dark of the bedroom. Instinctively, he pulls her to him. She resists for a moment, then subsides, trembling in silence.
"Jacen again?" he asks against her shoulder.
"Anakin," she rasps. "I was killing Anakin this time."
Kyp kisses her shoulder, holding her tighter. He knows not to ask if she wants to talk. If she does, she will.
Eventually, she pulls away to slip out of bed. He lies in the dark and waits for her as she retreats to the refresher. Kyp wishes he could do more to ease her pain over her brothers' deaths, but there's nothing he can do more than he's done over the past nearly two decades.
When she returns, sliding under the covers, he pulls her close, pressing his face into her hair. There are no words for how content he feels, holding her like this. It's a peace he never expected to feel in his life, one he isn't sure he deserves.
"I don't think you've spent a single night in your quarters in weeks," he murmurs.
"I think you're right."
"You should just move in."
Jaina heaves a sigh and snuggles closer, rolling over to face him. "Probably. You sure?"
He kisses her forehead. "Wouldn't bring it up if I weren't."
She's quiet for a long moment. "Why not? I'm here every night anyway, and I already know most of your annoying habits."
Kyp chuckles. "That is very true."
Her fingers play over his chest in the dark. Jaina curls into him, clutching his shirt in a fist. "Do they ever stop?" she asks.
"Do what stop?"
"The dreams about murdering my brother."
He wants to lie, but can't. "Not that I've found."
She nods and presses her face against his chest. He holds her close, nose to her hair, breathing in the scent of her.
"But I can tell you one thing," he whispers.
"What's that?"
"We don't have to face them alone anymore."
