[He felt like all he'd been doing since getting on the train the night before had been sleeping. He dozed on the train, he dozed in the taxi...but here? Still and wrapped in Booker's arms with Joe's voice in his hears, he didn't doze.
He slept.
The exhaustion of the week caught up to him all at once. The nights spent in his bedroom, staring at his door and waiting for it to open. The days spent on high alert, always listening for the sound of a slamming door or a grumbled voice. He hadn't had a single moment to really relax. Even on the train he'd felt the need to keep one eye open to protect himself. Just in case.
In Booker's arms, he was safe. Nothing could hurt him with his loves there to watch for him.
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Date: 2020-09-02 02:26 am (UTC)He slept.
The exhaustion of the week caught up to him all at once. The nights spent in his bedroom, staring at his door and waiting for it to open. The days spent on high alert, always listening for the sound of a slamming door or a grumbled voice. He hadn't had a single moment to really relax. Even on the train he'd felt the need to keep one eye open to protect himself. Just in case.
In Booker's arms, he was safe. Nothing could hurt him with his loves there to watch for him.
He slept. Hard.]