Austin's POV:
Holding him in my arms again felt like a little taste of heaven.
Yeah, his tears were staining my tee shirt, and yeah, it was uncomfortable to be in that small of a space with someone so warm.
But it was worth it.
I'm not sure if he's been having the same dreams lately, but this happens quite often.
This is the first time I've actually done anything about it.
His body stops shaking at least ten minutes after his breathing slows.
I think it would be okay to leave, but I don't want him to have another one and be alone again, so I stay.
I've really been a dick lately.
I wonder what he'll think when he wakes and is in my arms again... I hope he isn't bitter about it. I just really hope I'm enough to keep those damn dreams away.
I believe now, that he's going to get worse.
I kmow you've gotta have the rain if you want the rainbow...
I miss him talking to me like he used to. I miss us being close like we used to be.
I don't know if things will ever be the same again, somethings telling me they won't be.
He stirs in my arms and I stop breathing.
His breaths quicken as his head tilts up.
"A-Aust?" He questions
"Yes, it's me." I murmer
He doesn't say anything for so long that I think he's asleep.
"Are you mad at me?" He asks in a quiet voice
"Of course I'm not mad at you." I tell him
"Okay.... good."
He's smiling, I think.
I hear a loud snore from above us and chuckle.
Alan puts his arms around my neck and leans his head against my chest.
"I don't think we'll be the same... and I hope that that's okay."
"I don't know.... As long as you're okay, or its okay with you."
"I'll never be okay, but as long as we're still friends, I'll manage."
