As time passed, the rubbing slowed and the voice quieted, but the smell and the warm furriness stayed. Rory found himself floating, peaceful. He liked it…felt safe, so let himself drift into its welcoming void.
* * * *
Rory woke knowing he’d had a nightmare and from what little he could remember, it had been one of the worst, which, thankfully, he didn’t experience often. One thing he didn’t remember however, was going to bed the previous night with Zane. They were in Rory’s bed after all.
When Zane awoke, Rory watched as the big man glanced around the to him unfamiliar room. But recognition seemed to come quickly and Zane turned concerned eyes to Rory, who did his best to avoid the big man’s gaze.
“Sorry if I woke you last night. I…” Rory pulled on a loose thread on his blanket.
“That’s okay. Just, uh, heard you and was worried.”
“Thanks, but I’m okay now.”
Zane nodded. “Okay, good.” It was obvious he didn’t know what to say either.