See? I don't need a bodyguard!

Nightmare

I woke up in the middle of the night. I had an incredible dryness in my throat, so I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Well, much more of coke. Normally I have a can of coke literally on the floor of my room, but I drank them all.

In the kitchen, I noticed Droid sitting on a bar stool at the table, working on his laptop. He wasn't sleeping again. And then I wonder why he barely notices me when he doesn't sleep. He must be exhausted.

"You're not sleeping again? It'll catch up with you one day," I said, going to the fridge for a cola. Cold and sweet. I love these conversations.

"I don't need to sleep, I have enough energy. You should go to sleep. You'll ruin your health if you don't stick to a sleep schedule," he replied absentmindedly, still checking the cameras. Both the ones that people know about and the secret ones only my parents know about.

"You're one to talk. How long has it been since you slept?" I asked, watching him crack open another energy drink.

"Fifty-seven hours. I can't sleep until I figure out who was here," he replied, continuing his work.

"That's enough for now. You're going to bed. I don't care what's going on, you're going to bed," I said, hugging him from behind. I didn't feel like looking at the laptop so I just burried my face in his shoulder.

"I don't need to sleep. I have enough energy," he said dryly, continuing his work. "And what you're doing is completely inappropriate given our relationship," he added, somewhat shyly. I don't know what he's ashamed of. It's terrible that he thinks of me like this.

"Stop being so professional all the time. You're using words like 'adequate' and such. Just act normal, like you're my bestie," I said, taking him by the shoulders. He didn't protest and let himself be led away. Maybe because he was half-asleep.

I laid him down in bed next to me and lay behind him. I began stroking his head with one hand and making circles on his back with the other.

It didn't take long before I was awakened by pain. I looked at Droid, sleeping on my chest. It was him who hit me. He jerked all over and seemed to have ticks. I didn't like it. He must have had a nightmare.

I started stroking him, but the jerking intensified until Droid jerked himself into a sitting position, breathing heavily and wiping away tears.

"It was just a dream. Don't worry, nothing will happen," I said, hugging him.

"I... I'm sorry. I should go," he said, trying to leave, but I didn't want to leave him alone. He shouldn't be alone. Not now, when he obviously needs help and the support of people.

"You're not going anywhere. Lie down and let's calm down," I said, putting him back on my chest. He just cuddled up and hugged me. "Is this why you're not sleeping?" I asked, and Droid nodded gently.

"It'll be okay. Don't worry. None of it is true. It's just a dream," I reassured him. Eventually, he fell asleep and looked much calmer.

In the morning, he acted like nothing had happened. I was alone in bed, and Droid was in the kitchen. He was in his usual spot on the bar stool, checking the cameras and writing. He never takes a break.

"Good morning," I smiled and sat next to him. I had his best toasts in front of me. Actually, he made all the food great but the toasts?! I would kill for them.

"I apologize for yesterday. It won't happen again," Droid said coolly, making eye contact with me.

"Why are you apologizing? You needed company, so I gave it to you," I said, stroking his thigh. He looked back at the computer.

"What you're doing is very inappropriate behavior for our position. The same as yesterday. We're not friends, you're my client. What happened yesterday is absolutely unacceptable," he said somewhat shyly. I don't understand what he's embarrassed about. It's terrible that he thinks of me like this.

"Dude stop using those mother fucking profesional words," I said, taking a bite of toast.

I spent the whole day lying in bed, watching Droid in his room, working on his laptop. I don't understand how I managed to watch him for so many hours, just typing and clicking into that black thing. I could have been productive, but I just watched him.

It was time for dinner. I knew it because he knocked on my door and told me it was on the table in the kitchen. It's always exactly at eight. I don't understand how he always manages to do it, but he just does.

I walked into the kitchen and sat next to him on the bar stool. It's funny how a month ago I used to sit away from him or take food to my room, but now I sit next to him and watch him without his presence bothering me.

"Are you going to sleep tonight?" I asked, to break the silence. It wasn't awkward, I just didn't want to be in silence.

"I'll be here all night. I'm figuring out people who could have delivered that package to you. Nobody's here. It's like it teleported here," Droid said slightly irritated. It was funny and cute. His angry little face is just adorable.

Now I understand why he doesn't show emotions. When he's cold, he's attractive and sexy, and when he shows any emotions, he's cute and irresistibly adorable. Literally everyone would drool over it. And I almost do.

I'd better leave it and go to the kitchen. I grabbed a cola from the fridge and poured it into two tall glasses. I looked into the so-called 'medicine shelf' where the straws should be. Don't ask me why there are straws and medicine together. Nobody knows why they're there, but they are.

My eye caught Novo-Passit, which was smiling at me. I took it in my hand and felt the urge to pour a few drops into one of the glasses. It would help him, but I don't know.

Should I do it?