[For Dick] Backdated to New Year's Day

[vat_69]

When you drink as much and as often as Lew does, it takes quite a lot to get you drunk. Intoxication is seldom his goal when he picks up a bottle, and despite being justified by the festivities, it wasn't tonight. The fact that it was New Year's Eve had very little to do with it, and he'd spent the better part of the night in control of his

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[not_a_quaker]

The night has been a strange one, although it didn't start out that way. On December 31, I was dating someone, and by January 1, I didn't know where I stood. I'm not sure what to make of what Robin told me, but despite my confusion, I have faith that things will all work out.

By 4:30, I've already been in bed a couple of hours, but I'm not a very heavy sleeper, not after being honed into the ability to wake at a moment's notice. The added weight on the bed rouses me from my sleep, and I can't see much in the darkness of my room but that's all it takes for me to know who it is.

"Lew?" I say in a hushed voice, wondering if there's a problem or if he's just that drunk that he's getting in the wrong bed. "Something wrong?"

[vat_69]

Lew makes a noise, quiet and disgruntled, and places a hand over Dick's mouth with a surprising amount of care. Shush. The warmth of the bed is addictive, and he burrows closer, nose to Dick's neck, breath heavy and even against the rasp of new stubble.

[not_a_quaker]

Instead of a response, some sort of mumbled excuse or apology or whatever the hell he might say at that point, I get a hand over my mouth. I frown slightly, not sure what to make of the situation as Nix budges up against me, like we're huddled together in a foxhole trying to stay warm. The thought that he's sleepwalking and dreaming of Bastogne crosses my mind, but somehow I know that's not it.

Whatever the reason for his presence, the warmth of my best friend next to me is not unfamiliar, and despite the odd situation it's comforting in a way I can't really describe. Besides, I can't really be bothered to move; I'm tired, the night was a long one, and Nix is notoriously hard to budge once he's asleep.

Figuring we'll handle any necessary discussions over coffee in the morning, I settle in to go back to sleep, making no move to dislodge Nix. I've got just a little over two hours to catch some rest before I need to get up for my morning jog.