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[Hunk is-- sound asleep and nightmare free.

He's sleeping contentedly, all bundled up in his blankets (but not too bundled because it's summer and warm out and there's no AC), but Hunk's not the deepest sleeper in the world. Sure, he's fallen asleep in the Castle of Lions here and there mid-mission but he's also startled himself awake.

So it should come as no surprise that he snorts softly as he hears his name, a muttered,] Nnnwha--

[And then he SITS STRAIGHT UP, staring bleary-eyed at the door.]

I'm awake! Yeah... m'awake.

[hunk you're fine you're not in trouble you're supposed to be asleep... give him a sec.]

[lonered]

[Sorry, Hunk. Keith is a terrible friend really. But well, there goes Hunk sitting up. Even in the low light of what makes it in from the moon Keith can see that. His eyes have adjusted to the dark fairly well.]

Are... you sure?

[Well no okay. Clearly he is. But he wasn't. Keith definitely woke him. A bad friend. Hunk you can do better.] Do you think... is it okay if I come in?

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Yeah. Yeah...

[Hunk murmurs vaguely in reply, not really altogether or awake. Who would be? It's like. Super late. Actually, why is he awake? He yawns and rubs his thumbs into the corners of his eyes before blinking at Keith.

Oh, hold on a second. It's weird for Keith to come to his room in the middle of the night. And to look to come inside.]

What's up, buddy? [he still sounds sleepy, but there's concern too.]

[lonered]

[Oh wow okay he does feel guilty about this. Sorry, Hunk. But well, he's slipping inside when Hunk says he can. He lingers somewhere between the door and where Hunk's bed is.]

Nothing. Really. Just...

[God wow okay he's terrible at this. Clearly.] I just. woke up. Couldn't get back to sleep. I guess I kind of wanted to talk.

Sorry about waking you up.

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[Did he have a bad dream, Hunk wonders sleepily as he sits up in bed, propping himself up with a pillow. He's not going to get out because he's cozy, but he will lean forward to thump the end of the bed invitingly.]

Nah, it's cool. C'mon over. Have a seat.

[He wonders how good a conversation partner he'll be but... he'll do his best.]

[lonered]

Yeah?

[Okay. Well. He will do just that, make his way over to perch at the edge of Hunk's bed.

He feels awkward for waking him up just because he had dreams that left him feeling. Unsettled. Isolated in a way that's got him rather shaken, more than he wants to admit to.

He hesitates and glances over at Hunk.] Thanks.

I... [This is dumb and hard.] I... just really needed to hear someone else's voice.

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[Hunk breathes in slow, his eyes widened slightly. It's not something he thought he'd hear from Keith, because Keith doesn't usually do things like this, right? But it softens his heart to bits.

It makes Hunk like to think that he and Keith are closer, that Keith feels more comfortable to coming to him if something happens. Even something like being unable to sleep. He smiles encouragingly.]

As long as my voice'll do it, you come over when you need to. I'm taking this as a invitation to crash in your room if I have a nightmare, though.

[lonered]

[He does feel closer to Hunk, after their time here, after what they've dealt with. Maybe most so after moving in and living together, and after what happened after the fallout of the werewolf bite. He still feels bad about that, but managing to apologize and figure that out between them.

And now, Hunk says that and something in Keith's posture relaxes, shoulders slumping almost in relief.]

Well... yeah, I mean. Of course you can.

[Any time, Hunk. Even if he's not sure how much help he'd be. Keith half smiles.] Your voice will definitely do. It's pretty great.

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Awww, Keith.

[Hunk blusters a bit to hide his surprise at the smile, at the words. What kind of compliment is that, how does he respond to that besides sputtering out an honest thanks?!]

Thanks. That's, ah, real nice of you to say.

[After a second, taking in his posture and the way that Keith had relaxed, he offers without thinking:] You wanna crash in here?

[lonered]

Yeah, I mean.

[Shrug. Awkwardly. He's probably sounding really weird, right? This whole thing is weird and he's mentally berating himself for it when Hunk makes that offer.

Keith blinks and perks up, looking over at him through the darkness. Yes, yes he wants to. But.]

Won't I be in the way?

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Nah. It'll be fun, I haven't had a sleepover in ages.

[Hunk grins and starts shifting, scooting over a bit to leave a stretch of bed open. That's for you, Keith. Settle on in.]

Just no kicking me allowed. And no knives in the bed.

[RULES SET.]

[lonered]

I've never had one.

[What are friends anyway? Keith doesn't know. Like unless you count all his time at the group home as one big sleepover? ...but you shouldn't.

But oh hey. There's some space for him. He can fit there. And he starts to do just that but then freezes.]

...even if it's in a sheath?

[Because he definitely has his knife he always has his knife.]

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[OH MY GOD HE ACTUALLY HAS HIS KNIFE. Hunk groans, tossing himself back dramatically in his pillows with a muttered of course.]

There's a pointy thing in that there sheath. Pointy is not super compatible with nice, soft beds.

[Raises an eyebrow.] Knife on the bedside table?

[lonered]

[Hunk do you know him at all??Of course he actually has it. He always does. It never leaves his side. It has not since as long as he can remember. And there's a moment where he's not sure what to do about this. But.

Hunk offers a compromise. Okay. Bedside table is within reach, and that is probably good enough.]

All right.

[A moment's hesitation and he nods, slipping knife and sheath off his person and setting them on the table and then sort of finishing settling himself into the space that's been made for him.]

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[There we go. Hunk nods approvingly, watching as Keith settles himself in and snuggling himself down a little under the covers. Not quite sleeping, but not far from it. He could easily doze off, though he wants to stay awake for Keith at least.]

So. Talking. What should we talk about, Keith?

[He's lazy so he's asking him for opinions.]

[lonered]

[Keith looks at Hunk for a long, thoughtful moment. He's not sure how to start either. Talking isn't exactly his greatest skill set. But he's the one who asked for it to begin with, isn't he?]

It's strange right... to let something that's just a dream get to you. Isn't it?

[Well. He can start there. About how he feels like some kid. Except, after his father was gone, when he actually was a kid, there wasn't anywhere to go if he had a bad dream. And there had been so many in those first few years.]

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How come? I think it's pretty normal.

[Hunk tilts his head on the pillows to look over at Keith with his hands folded in a relaxed posture in front of his stomach.]

Like, bad dreams and nightmares? Legit, they can be terrible. And then you feel off the next day if you didn't already wake up in the night from 'em.

[lonered]

Really?

[This is news to Keith. But it's good to hear that Hunk doesn't think it's too strange anyway. So there's a moment of hesitation before he half smiles. Hunk is a nice guy, the nicest really.

Keith has settled in, facing Hunk, arms half wrapped around himself.]

But yeah. That's... true. It was a stupid dream anyway.

[That time alone in the woods was not good for him.]

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Yeah? Then you'll just have to replace it with a good dream now.

Hopefully I won't snore. Pretty sure that'll just start a nightmare spiral for you.

[Hunk jokingly elbows him gently, knocking their arms together in a companionable way while he bites down on a yawn. Stay awake, Hunk! He's determined to see Keith drift off first anyhow.]

[lonered]

[Okay that actually gets a little chuckle out of Keith, barely a sound at all really. But... he already feels better. And he shuts his eyes.]

Yeah well... I think it'll be okay.

[Somehow. Keith isn't usually one to seek out other people, but here he is and it's helped, so he's not going to question it much. Besides, it's pretty cozy like this.]

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I'll nudge you awake if you don't look like you're having a good dream.

[Hunk says it gently, watching Keith's face and his closed eyes in the dim light. Looks like he'll probably be able to fall asleep even here, huh? That's excellent.]

[lonered]

Mm... kay...

[That's the answer that Hunk gets. The entirety of it, sleepy and half gone as it is. Keith is talented at sleeping wherever he happens to be, honestly. And now that he's shaken some of the worst of his unsettled feeling, it's easy enough to drift off.

Once he drifts off will come the problem because there is a very obvious source of warmth in the bed. And while it's not exactly cold out, Keith still gravitates straight for it.]

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[Hunk's pretty happy to see him drift off and, even sleepier after seeing Keith sleepy, Hunk yawns and settles down in bed, happily pulling the blankets up to his chin. His eyes close in contentment.

Yeah. He'll drift off pretty quickly, not one to stay awake.

Totally unaware, happy to be sleeping again.]

[lonered]

[No more nightmares for the night, and Keith settles into sleep quite peacefully. Eventually he'll be all up in Hunk's space. He's not exactly used to sharing beds.

He's the loner. He's told himself that. People have told him that. It's the role he's been given and the one he plays well.

Most of the time.

Not tonight thought, not if the way he cozies his way in is any indication.]

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[Hunk snores, indeed, though they're soft enough snores just from the deep sleep he gets into. He rolls instinctively, the better to lean into the warmth of another person, instinctively happy about it.

He likes cuddles and that's okay.

Even in sleep. Good ol' sleep.]