[It's late at night. Too late to be awake honestly. And Keith hadn't been awake. He'd been quite happily asleep, thank you. He usually has very little trouble drifting off, having an outright talent for dropping off to sleep anywhere he happened to be when it came time for bed.
But.
Staying asleep is sometimes harder. Tonight is one of those nights. He doesn't remember all of the dream -- flashes of unsettling scenes and images, of battles and fire and nothingness and.
He sits bolt upright in bed and the dark silence of his room is no comfort. At all.
He tries to talk himself out of the idea that pops into his head. He honestly does. It's late, and anyone in their right mind is fast asleep. Hunk must be fast asleep. Keith tells himself this before, well, it doesn't seem to matter. He slips from his bed, padding on bare feet out of his room, down the hallway to Hunk's room.
A hesitation at Hunk's door, listening, but he pushes it open eeeever so slightly, peeking in.] Hunk?
Hunk are you awake? [Sort of... whispering. Sort of.]
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Staying asleep is sometimes harder. Tonight is one of those nights. He doesn't remember all of the dream -- flashes of unsettling scenes and images, of battles and fire and nothingness and.
He sits bolt upright in bed and the dark silence of his room is no comfort. At all.
He tries to talk himself out of the idea that pops into his head. He honestly does. It's late, and anyone in their right mind is fast asleep. Hunk must be fast asleep. Keith tells himself this before, well, it doesn't seem to matter. He slips from his bed, padding on bare feet out of his room, down the hallway to Hunk's room.
A hesitation at Hunk's door, listening, but he pushes it open eeeever so slightly, peeking in.] Hunk?
Hunk are you awake? [Sort of... whispering. Sort of.]