In your arms || dreamnotfound

The softest touch

                                                                 Clays perspective

After laying in bed for a while we decided it was time to get up

"Before you leave to make breakfast, give me a kiss." I exclaimed at my still half asleep partner.

"Of course, why are you so affectionate this morning, not that I'm complaining.." he said

"I've missed you, haven't gotten enough snuggles lately" I say, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. 

"Whenever you want something just tell me, I'll always do my best to make it happen, you know that baby." He said. He had already gotten out of bed, so he tugs my shirt so that I sit up, and he launches himself at me, so that I fall back with him on top of me. He lays a kiss on my lips, I wish it could last forever.. time stops when I'm with him. We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then he stood up. 

"Have I ever told you that your perfect, every little thing you do is incredible." He says. 

That was unexpected, but I love it 

"No, I could say the same for you." I reply.

                                                   George's perspective

Some time passes after me and clay had breakfast, we sat on the couch watching tv when I felt the softest tap on my thigh indicating something was up. When clay needs my help, he taps me on the thigh twice, that's his way of saying "I need you" when he doesn't feel like talking.

"It's happening again, I'm sorry for putting this much stress on you." He mumbles. 

He's overthinking again.

"Okay baby, it's okay. Your not doing anything wrong. Just close your eyes, focus on deep breathing." I say, gently caressing his back. He layed his head in my lap, trying to calm down. Recently he's been struggling a bit, he overthinks which can lead him into a panic attack. 

"Do you want me to get your safe hoodie?" I ask him.

"No, I think I'm fine. This wasn't too bad, I'm sorry." He replies

"You have nothing to apologize for, it's not your fault." I say, I reach down and move his dirty blonde hair out of his face, to see his pink dusted cheeks, and misty eyes. 

"It's okay, your safe here."

"I look like an idiot, laying here.. crying in your lap."

"Honey, you always look perfect, everything you do. Your feelings don't make you an idiot." I say.

"Thank you, I love you." He says, burying his face in my chest. 

"George"

"Yes."

"Take off your shirt."

"O- not gonna question." 

"I just wanna hear your heart, can we lay down?" 

"Of course, anything you want."

"Can I wear your hoodie?"

"Anytime."

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Tysm for reading, I hope you enjoy!