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Morning meltdown

It had been clear to Brett that the food had made Eddy drowsy for a while, but he hadn't said anything. After their night 'snack', or rather meal, was devoured, they had moved to the couch. Neither really wanted to go to bed, though their reasons were probably very different. Brett's reason was one he shouldn't have. Brett's reason was the man he stupidly had fallen way too hard for so many years ago gradually scooting closer until he had his face all nuzzled into his chest. How Eddy wasn't woken up by Brett's fast heart rate was beyond him.

When Brett began yawning himself, though, he decided it was time to give up the illusion of closeness he was getting from the situation he had found himself in and move Eddy somewhere more comfortable. He had honestly thought it would be more of a struggle to carry Eddy upstairs, but of course the skinny man weighed next to nothing. The organization hardly fed him, Brett knew that much.

The most difficult part was closing the door behind him and going back to his own, cold bed. His heart longed for something he knew he couldn't have.

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Eddy jolted straight up into a sitting position, could sweat trickling down his feverish skin as he struggled to catch a breath. His breathing came as quick bursts and gasps. It felt like he was drowning, suffocating as if someone had their hand around his throat to close off his airways.

The room was still dark only adding to his morning distress, so he fumbled looking for the lamp on the nightstand. Due to his fumbling and heaving, he accidentally knocked the lamp to the floor. It wasn't far enough or hard enough to break but it was just enough to add to his frustrations.

To wake up from his nightmares was of no relief for they were all real. Waking up meant he had to live with himself a bit longer. His hand came up to his mouth, simply covering it as to contain the scream that ripped its way through him.

Brett jumped awake as the muffled scream travelled further than what Eddy probably anticipated. Not that he could help it at all. Either way, Brett was quick to his feet and grabbed a shirt to slip on as he practically stumbled out of his room and across the hall to figure out what was going on. He didn't even think to knock before opening Eddy's door.
"Eddy?!" he asked worriedly, rushing over to him.

Eddy looked at the man, tears already filling his eyes and ready to stream down his cheeks. The want to bite his hand or dig his nails in his cheeks urged him to do so. Just to anchor himself back in reality, or maybe to draw his own blood as penance for all the lives on his hands. Looking at Brett though he released his hand from his face, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault....I'm sorry."

He was okay. Eddy was... well, obviously not okay, but he wasn't hurt. Okay when it came to being not in danger, at least. That was the most important part.
"Shh shhh, nonono, it's okay," Brett said softly, his whole demeanor changing when he saw that Eddy was upset. None of the stress from before could be heard in his voice anymore as he sat down on the bed. "Come here."
He carefully placed his arms around Eddy to hug him, but lightly at first so Eddy easily could pull away if he wanted to.
"I got you."

Eddy came to Brett without hesitation, pressing himself fully against the smaller man, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

He closed his eyes, wanting to hide from the world but at the same time the horrors were stained on the back of his eyelids. There was no escape.

"You're okay, you did nothing wrong," Brett said, carefully adding a bit more pressure to the hug to assure him that he was there. "You're safe, I promise. I won't let anything happen to you."

Eddy shook his head, whether it was for both the statements or one of them, he still shook his head nonetheless. He clenched and unclenched his hand that he was able to do with so but fell into silence as he pressed himself to Brett.