Well Shit... || Meg
Despite all her efforts, Meg had fallen asleep a couple of hours after Koda had, waking up again after a few hours and forcing herself to sit up, so when Koda woke up, she instantly switched into protective mode and climbed onto his lap. Running her fingers over his forearms, Meg tried to make eye contact with him, kissing his cheek softly. “Babe, Koda, it’s okay, it was just a nightmare, you’re alright, you’re okay.” She promised again and again, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks and running her fingers through his hair, more for her comfort than his.
He shivered as he felt her fingers along her skin, admittedly confused when he realized that she was sitting on his lap but it didn't really matter to him before he hugged her closer, trying to hold back his tears. "I'm sorry," he murmured softly, trying to wipe away his tears. He hated that he did this, he hated that he still wasn't over Sitka's death, he wished he was. He wished that he wasn't so weak. Taking a deep breath, he forced his tears to stop and pulled away, looking down at the sheets. "Sorry, I just...sorry." At least he managed to sleep.














