T-Rex nods off to Maetee’s mind-numbing chanting. He had thought it impossible, but eventually exhaustion had overridden annoyance.
And anyway, Maetee in all his fear and paranoia is an interesting study.
T-Rex is half-roused when arms wind around him.
T-Rex grunts affirmation and a head comes to rest on his chest.
Only when the morning light peeks in does he fully realize Maetee has clung to him all night. Attempting tact, T-Rex clears his throat, but Maetee frowns in sleep, grip tightening.
T-Rex’s own frown turns to a smile.
Maybe this comfort is exactly what he needs, too.