More questions than answers (closed to Curtis 11/11)

[silenttrainbaby]

There were nights when he wasn't at Curtis's. The nights where Grey stayed at Rat's, he curled himself around Rat's smaller frame the cat slept with them, too, the smallest of the spoons.

When Grey wasn't there, there were times when he kept to himself on the sofa. But it's so quiet and he still didn't like too-wide spaces in the dark, when he was alone.

He wandered, then, listening at Yona's door, quiet, then Curtis's. Curtis who tossed and turned.

He padded in, the cat following at his heels, wearing just a pair of sweatpants and he knelt in from of Curtis, reaching out a hand to rest it on his shoulder, to still him.

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[manwiththeknife]

Afterward, all that he would remember about the dream would be a deep sense of claustrophobia. An intense heat. A desperate feeling of dread. But the details were washed clean the moment he sprang awake, reaching for the knife under his pillow.

Panting in the dark, Curtis blinked until Grey's face swam into focus.

"Jesus Christ," he said, dropping back onto his pillow with a wary sigh. "What is it?"