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Josh's. P.O.V.

Tyler fell back asleep after singing for a little bit. He'd had night terrors before, but nothing like that, so I was shocked for him to not tell me what happened, or even let me pull him into my arms to comfort him.

I still stayed next to him until he fell asleep, only watching, making sure he was okay, never once touching or moving closer. Despite how much I wanted to last night, I will always respect Tyler, and his wishes.

Sighing, I move from my place in the doorway and go to the kitchen, making some waffles for when the boy wakes up. He likes waffles better than pancakes for some reason, but I do too.

Just before the waffles are done, Tyler stumbles into the kitchen from the hallway, hair ruffled and disarrayed. He sinks onto the kitchen island chair, resting his head on the marble countertop.

"Mornin'" I mumble, setting up plates. Tyler only grumbles, not looking at me. "D'you want some waffles?"

"espld"

"I'll take that as a yes." I slide a plate of waffles in front of him, careful not to let anything touch him. He still flinches away.

This is gonna be a long day.

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( sorry this is crap! I'm just in a rush to get something up! I have quarterlies this week so i'm stressed about them)

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