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@morguesaint 
            
            "I get it. Don't be so hard on yourself."

@morguesaint 
            
            "That's not always a bad thing."

@vioIentdog 
            
            "I promise you I don't, do don't worry about it."

(  @psychhaunts  )⠀⠀☥⠀⠀i know. it's just──i don't want you to feel obligated, i guess. it's stupid. 

@vioIentdog 
            
            "But I want to."

@vioIentdog 
            
            "Only because you're insisting." 

(  @psychhaunts  )⠀⠀☥⠀⠀yeah, 'course. we can order food and watch one of those really cheesy movies you like. 

@vioIentdog 
            
            "Are you sure?"

@vioIentdog 
            
            "I'll be right over here, you'll be fine, okay? Just get some sleep.:

(  @psychhaunts  )⠀⠀☥⠀⠀i can't. not when you're so far away. 

@vioIentdog 
            
            "I love you too, now rest, honey."

@punishedbyIove 
            
            "I was planning on it, Mrs. Myers."
            
            //I will cry && No it isn't wdym

/⠀on bf❕

;  wait yk what. here too ,,

;  kairo ❕️

@morguesaint 
            
            "Likewise, red."

@morguesaint 
            
            //You're no fun <3

/   i'm suing you for emotional distress  ❤️

//Happy (early) birthday, Viridian Valentine, you would have been 20 <3

@vioIentdog 
            
            Mal doesn't acknowledge the lie, there's no use in it. Instead, he presses himself closer to Dominic, focusing on the physical contact, the fact he's okay, here with Malachite. He softly shakes his head, his prickly hair rustling against the pillowcase. "I'm okay." His voice is still quiet, as if speaking any louder will send him into another panic. "Thanks, though." 

(  @psychhaunts  )⠀⠀☥⠀⠀don't sweat it. i wasn't tired.⠀[it's a lie, dominic knows it, mal likely does, too, but it's like second nature at this point. mal takes priority, always. and that's almost painfully obvious in the way he handles him──with a softness that was reserved only for moments like these, with careful gestures and a palpable devotion that spoke volumes of the depth of their connection. there isn't a single thing dom wouldn't do for mal right now.]⠀you need anything? 

@vioIentdog 
            
            After a few minutes of regulating his breathing, Mal rubs his eyes with a sniffle, his other hand still gripping Dominic's. "I'm sorry for waking you up," he mumbles, eyes tearing away from the redhead in front of him. He almost always feels guilty whenever a nightmare happens when Dominic's around, taking sleep away when Dom already gets so little, and this is no exception.