It was midnight. A tossed and turned in bed. He couldn't sleep, Wretched memories of his past haunted him. Another sleepless night... A got out his razor blade, adding a tally to his arm. Yanking the long black sleeves of his shirt down over his hands, A sat up and got out of bed. Padding across the floor, the door of A's room creaked open. Down the hall, B's room was unlocked as it usually was at night. A slipped through the door. Sheets rustled. B turned in bed, pulling his blanket up higher under his chin.
B's window was always open, even during the winter. A sat on the ground at the foot of B's bed. It took a couple of minutes, but B stirred. His sheets were thrown off of him, and he crawled down to the end of his bed.
"Hey A."
A mumbled a response.
"Can't sleep?"
"No..."
"Again?"
"Yeah..."
"Come on."
A stood up and hopped up onto B's bed, who fell back onto his bed gratefully.
A lay down next to him, his back to B. They had been doing this for years, since A was ten. It was five years later. B reached out and ran his fingers through A's silky hair, gently, slowly, evenly. A inhaled and exhaled rhythmically. Pressing his face into A's hair B whispered.
"Adrienne, you can sleep now. I've got you."
Unbeknownst to B, Adrienne smiled before his eyes fluttered closed and he fell into a deep sleep.