be just a little bit mine

You wake up.

A little startled. Sweating profusely.

You had another bad dream, or rather, nightmare. You don't dream much, but most of the dreams you have aren't very pleasant. And this time was no different. It was somewhat traumatizing, to say the least.

You sit up in bed, then look to the side. He's not there. He woke up before you as always, but your mind still worries you a little.

You look around to recover from reality, processing the fantastical experience your mind constructed during your rest.

You run a hand over your face and get out of bed towards the bedroom door.

Opening the door, you see Devesto in the kitchen, drinking coffee near the counter. You feel a little relieved.

You close the door behind you and approach him; he notices your presence.

"Good morning," he greets you.

"Good morning," you reply, with a slight forced smile.

He notices your slight “discomfort.” The way you glance at him to make sure he’s right there, the way you seem somewhat disoriented, confused, and distressed.

“You're good?” he asks.

“Just had a bad dream…” you soften your tone slightly.

He raises an eyebrow, “Nightmare?”

“Yeah.”

“…Want to talk about it?”

You hesitate a little before answering, “No… but I was a little scared not to see you when I woke up.”

Silence.

“Want a hug?” he offers.

Devesto isn’t much of a hugger, you know that. But you couldn’t help but be a little greedy now and accept. Not that it was a problem for him.

You nod. He puts the coffee mug on the counter and extends his arms, inviting you in. You move closer.

You relax in the embrace, squeezing him a little tighter than you should, resting your head on his chest, confirming his presence in flesh and blood.

Devesto wraps his arms around you, unsure of what to do next. He starts doing what he thinks he should. He strokes your back and head, and tries to offer words of comfort.

“Uh… whatever you dreamed… none of it was real. It’s okay,” Devesto says, somewhat lost.

You sigh, your eyes closed. “Thank you, Dev.”

You stay there for a while. Devesto seems to miss his caffeine, and then removes one arm from around you to take his coffee mug back and take a sip. Still stroking you with his other hand.

“How long are you going to stay there?” he asks sarcastically.

“For quite a while longer, if you don’t mind,” you reply.

“I don’t mind, actually… but I made coffee for you.”

You then pull away from the hug, turning toward the other counter behind you, still looking at him, “Then I’ll grab it and stick around.”

Devesto is inwardly disappointed when you walk away.

“Fair enough.” he smiles, taking another sip of his coffee.