Midnight.
He hated midnight.
In the darkness that drifted around him, Beast Boy became all too aware of the stillness of his room. As the night progressed, it became increasingly difficult to fall asleep. Stillness scratched at his skin and resurfaced memories and feelings that he longed to forget.
Midnights were the worst, because with the stillness, came sadness. It was why he he tried every night to fall asleep right away, to beat the quiet before the inked over his resting mind. The more the night ripened, the further he fell to his crushing thoughts. And they always seemed to surface at midnight.
The calm allowed for memories of his parents. The calm allowed for memories of his experiments. The calm allowed for memories of the deaths of the ones he loved.
And the calm always arrived at midnight.
He could not longer handle the searing stillness in his muscles. He jumped out of his bed and into the hallway. There was only one place that would ease his mind. He cautiously approached Raven's room.
Raven sat in meditation on her bed. She was jarred from her trans by a choking aura of sadness. It seeped through the cracks in her door. She could feel him from the other side.
It must be midnight, she thought.
"You can come in Gar," she called.
Beast Boy opened her door. As he shut it behind him, she peeked open an eye at him. His sullen and wary expression only validated her original deduction.
She closed her eyes. She motioned a 'come hither' finger in his direction and lightly tapped on her thigh.
He smiled slightly. She always seemed to know exactly what to say without any words at all. He transformed into a cat and curled into the warmth of her lap while she continued her meditation.
And in a moment's notice the stillness and darkness began to fade. In a moment's notice, the warmth of her being slowly eased the ace of his memories.
Midnights didn't seem so bad whenever she was around.