[CLOSED] the ghost of what we used to be.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan relaxed further into sleep at the touches, mumbled a name under his breath, starting to cry softly though he didn't wake, didn't make any motion to. He shuddered faintly, tossing and turning a bit.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae shook him gently, trying to get him awake. "Ryan.. You're having a nightmare.. Wake up.." He whispered. He pulled him up into a sitting position, trying to get him to wake up. He finally gave up and settled for just trying to comfort him. He ran his fingers through his hair, kissing the side of his head before he laid him out on the loveseat, putting the blanket over him. He walked into the kitchen to get his coffee, and watched the TV from there.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan stirred a bit, stopped crying though he didn't wake. He kept curled tightly on only one side of the couch, jerled awake after a moment with a quick breath and stared at the TV, expression troubled.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae walked over to Ryan, brushing his hair back with his fingers. He carefully sat his mug of coffee on the table so he could hug him gently.

"Everythings okay, Ryan. You're okay here." He mumbled, slowly stroking his hair.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan swallowed, felt utterly pathetic. He let his muscles ease up at the hug though, sitting up slowly. "Didn't mean to fall asleep.." He mumbled, rubbing at an eye and stretching.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae smiled, stroking his hair gently. He sat down on the arm of the chair, chewing on his lip. "It's okay. You can sleep as much as you like. It's Sunday. We aren't gonna do anything today." He rubbed his back gently, pointing over to Paislee. "She's gonna wanna take a nap in a little while if you wanna lay down with her."

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan shrugged, drawing his legs up again and curling close. Dyson had opened his eyes, watching the TV sleepily, and Ryan drew in the tempting smell of coffee as he yawned again, letting out a content hum as if he barely knew he had been crying in his sleep.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae picked up his mug of coffee, sitting at Ryan's feet. He drank it slowly, watching whatever it was that his show had given way to. He looked over at Paislee, who was now asleep in her pile of books. Clae walked over, picking her up and carrying her to her room before he took his seat again.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan watched quietly. He glanced up as Dyson got up for coffee, and brought him a mug full as well. Ryan smiled in thanks, watching him sit back down, and took a swallow of his own as he glanced at Clae when he returned. He scooted over for him, stretched his legs out on the floor.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae shook his head, taking a seat on the arm of the loveseat. He drank the rest of his coffee, moving the empty mug from one hand to the other. Paislee wasn't down long before she got up, dragging her blanket with her. She climbed up on the couch, curling up next to Dyson as she fell asleep again.

"Sorry. She usually sleeps with someone." Clae said, looking over at him.