Shooting Stars || Sal Fisher X Reader

The Diner

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【︎  Belly Ache - Mirabai Kukathas 】︎
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The entire night was a weird fuzzy blur. I could only make out a few moments. I slowly stirred awake, letting out a tired yawn. It took me a second to recognize where I was. I was still on the couch with Sal. When I looked up I was met by a sleeping Sal who's lap I was resting my head on. His head leaned against the wall behind us, his hand still on my shoulder.

I was too tired to care. It was comfortable. I could deal with it later. I did feel bad though. If I hadn't fallen asleep on him, he could've headed to a guest bedroom and taken off his mask. It looked uncomfortable to sleep in.

I slowly closed my eyes and was about to fall back asleep when I felt Sal's hand move off my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see him stretching his arms. He looked down and put his hand back where it was.

"Good morning." I said softly, a small but tired smile creeping onto my face.

"I'm sorry if I woke you." He mumbled, adjusting his mask.

"You didn't. I woke up a little before you and was about to go back to sleep."

He nodded, looking down at the floor where Ash and Larry were passed out on the floor. We were quiet for a second and I pondered going back to sleep. I decided to finally speak up.

"You know, you didn't have to wear you mask. I'm sure it's uncomfortable to sleep in." I told him. I watched as he looked down at me confused. He then looked away.

"Oh...no it's not that bad to sleep in. I'm kind of used to it..." he mumbled.

Instantly a wave of regret hit me. I didn't mean to make him uncomfortable. I looked away for a second searching for a way to fix it. I quickly looked back at him.

"I'm sorry, if you're uncomfortable with taking off your mask then that fine. I'm just saying that it must've been uncomfortable." I was quiet before I tried to change the subject. "I'm also sorry that you had to sleep sitting up. You could've asked me to move so you could lay down." I let out a small laugh, hoping it'd lift the mood.

He shook his head laughing a little. "No, no. It's fine. I didn't want to wake you. Not that I think I could've, you were out." He chuckled. I raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yeah, Ash and Larry started getting loud, yelling about some game, I don't know. Anyways, you didn't wake up or move at all. If it weren't for the fact that I could see you clearly breathing, I would've thought you were dead." He joked. I laughed, letting myself completely relax. I was glad we could change the subject. I was afraid of upsetting him anymore than I already had.

When he went back to staring at the ceiling like he had done the night before, there was a silence that fell over us like a soft blanket; covering us completely. The only thing that would've ruined being under this silencing blanket would be the fact that we were trapped in such a small area. But luckily I don't have claustrophobia. I enjoyed the the soft, comforting, silencing blanket.

I watched him slowly breathe. His hand rested on my shoulder, reminding me how close we were as I kept my head on his lap. I kept looking at the bottom of his mask, wanting to know what he looked like underneath. He was a gentle, caring, kind person. How he looked wouldn't change that. It wouldn't change my opinion of him. I just wish he understood that.

But, I wasn't about to push those limits. As sad as it was that I couldn't see an actual smile from him, it wasn't the end of the world. If he wasn't ready, he wasn't ready. I'm not going to pressure him to take off his mask.