“No!” His eyes snapped open. He was not going to carve a bear wrapping itself around a human to keep said human warm.
Dropping the wood on his workbench, Mitch began to pace his small workshop. Why had he agreed to share John’s blanket? Why had he encouraged the man to snuggle up to him? The man’s face, troubled while awake, had softened in sleep. Mitch had wanted to bring John peace and a sense of security. But it had come at too high an emotional cost. John’s departure for the bathroom had been the wake up call Mitch had needed. Yes, it was good to look after others, but first and foremost he had to look after himself. So he’d made his excuses and left, hoping John would understand, and even if he didn’t, then…
Although tired, Mitch was too restless for sleep, and his mind was too concerned with things that shouldn’t concern it to allow him to focus back on his work.