Hector waking up from a nightmare, trembling, unable to relax - it's still behind his eyelids when he blinks, the sight of his skeletal limbs. Yet, the warmth of Jack's arms is his anchor, keeping him from drifting away into his thoughts. Jack holds him tighter, never asking, knowing better than to pry when his lover feels vulnerable; Hector will open up to him in time, and he'll return the comforting embrace when Jack's own nightmares torment him.












