LUCAS HAS me plastered on top of him, arms wrapped around me protectively, legs intertwined with mine. It's helping me ease out all the tension I've been feeling since the nyctophobia hit a while ago.
All the lights are on and it's brighter than daylight in here. Lucas has already performed first aid on my elbow, making sure to use the proper medication after he googled how to apply ointment on a scar without making the patient feel pain. As if that's a thing.
It was kind of cute watching him fret over something so small because I've only ever seen him give that much focus to his work.
Like the last time I used him as my pillow, he hasn't asked me anything. He just keeps on rubbing my back with his thumb and kissing my forehead. It's soothing, but the silence is stretching and even though it's comfortable, I have this undying urge to explain myself to him.