RP: Revenge of the Sandman

[isaacgreenberg]

Date: March 28
Characters: Isaac Greenberg and Luke Rafferty
Location: Their Condo
Status: Private
Summary: A nightmare gives Isaac a craving for a snuggle.
Completion: incomplete

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[luke_riffraff]

Isaac hadn't been as stealthy as he'd thought, but to be fair it was hard not to wake Luke up. He was a light sleeper, always had been. Strangers had kind of been in and out of the house all hours of the night when he'd been a kid, with all sorts of noises going along with it, and most of the time it wasn't the sort of noise you could just ignore on your way back to sleep. He'd not been as comfortable with strange men in the house as his mother had been, and his child-self had felt a need to look out for her as well as himself, especially when he was the only sober one around. He'd often just get up, slip into the kitchen if it was empty and read, or see if there was some food in the cupboards that he could take back to his room. Sometimes he still felt the urge to go into the kitchen in the middle of the night and make a peanut butter sandwich

[isaacgreenberg]

Isaac winced in a combination of guilt and relief. With Luke awake there wasn't a reason not to worm under the covers and bury himself in the heat of his body, nose at his neck and legs twined up messily together.

"Nightmare." He said quietly. "Sorry to wake you up. Just didn't want to be alone."

[luke_riffraff]

Luke frowned in confusion when Isaac apologized for waking him--he never did that, not that he needed to, which meant whatever it had been must've been really bad. He brought a hand up to Isaac's shoulder and squeezed it awkwardly--not because this felt awkward, but because Luke was always kind of awkward when it came to doing comforting things. He always wondered how he could be enough for Isaac when it came to that. "Don't worry about it," he said sincerely, "you want to talk about it?"

[isaacgreenberg]

He huffed a sigh, feeling his spine unwind somehow as it always did when he could just get close to someone he cared about...though that list was fairly short these days. What he could never explain to Luke was that he didn't have to do anything at all really, just the closeness mattered.

"Don't remember much. I was a kid. I'd been bad, I dunno. Bullshit stuff you dream about. Carnivorous ants. Just made me feel like crap, yanno?" He reached out to throw an arm over Luke's side, fingers seeking bare skin to worry over. "Abandonment issues, yadda yadda, what else is new."