Call Me Gil

He was, rather unsurprisingly, slower to fall asleep. He'd never been the sort to close his eyes and drift off immediately. At least he couldn't see a clock, so he didn't have to stress about how long he'd laid there trying. Finally, after far too long, he drifted off into a light sleep.

Kyla was a very sound sleeper, she could fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, however, she did have a habit of stretching out her body as she slept which had happened during the night. She woke up before Gil, her leg hanging off the bed while her arm was almost against Gil. "Oh dear." She whispered as she pulled her hand away.

When Kyla woke up, Gil was showing subtle signs of dreaming. His hands and feet were twitching gently, and his breath kept catching in his throat. The biggest sign that the dream wasn't a pleasant one was his furrowed brow.

He sat up and carefully stretched his cramped muscles before shaking his head. "I'm good with whatever, don't go all out on my account." Gil stood to follow Sam into the kitchen.

Sam moved up so Gil could stretch after sleeping right up against him on the couch the whole night, stretching out his own arm that was feeling much better than the night before. "Want some pancakes or if you want some cereal, I have plenty of that."

"What kind of cereal do you have?" Gil asked. His footsteps slowed as he came to a realization. "Did you...sleep on the couch with me all night?" he asked slowly, brow furrowed in thought.

"If you can find the right person, it's even nicer," Gil murmured. His blush deepened as he realized what he'd said, and he rubbed at his cheeks to cover it. As the movie went on, Gil gently ran his fingers up and down Tristan's arm, occasionally giving a happy little sigh.

To Gil's credit, he made it through the whole movie. But as soon as the credits started rolling, he closed his eyes-just for a second, he told himself-and before he knew it, he was asleep. It was a mark of how safe he felt with the other man, that he was comfortable enough sleeping without curling into his customary defensive ball.

Tommy wanted to quietly sprint to the kitchen, have a short conversation and get them out of there as quickly as possible before the worst happened. When Jason got interrupted by Gil, Tommy neared the bed and sat down on the ground before it. "Hey..." He gently rested is hand on Gil's. "Trust me, ok? My brother has a burner, the call can't be traced. He's used to this kind of shit. Jason can pack some things when I get back, you're not getting out of bed. We want you healthy, the both of us, right Jason?"

"I promise," he agreed with a nod. "Same goes for you." He didn't know her sleeping habits well enough to say whether she was prone to nightmares, but if she woke up in the night, he wanted her to be able to rely on him for comfort. "Night, Kyla. Thanks...for everything."

"Thank you." She spoke with a gentle smile appearing on her lips, fixing the pillow underneath her head before turning to face Gil for a moment. "You are more than welcome Gil, sleep tight." She felt her eyes starting to get heavy, soon finding them closing as she fell asleep, holding onto one of her plushes.

He was, rather unsurprisingly, slower to fall asleep. He'd never been the sort to close his eyes and drift off immediately. At least he couldn't see a clock, so he didn't have to stress about how long he'd laid there trying. Finally, after far too long, he drifted off into a light sleep.

Gil was used to going from asleep to completely alert in seconds, and today was no different. His hair stood straight up on one side, courtesy of how he'd laid all night. When Sam offered breakfast, he shrugged gently. "It's been a while since I last ate breakfast."

Sam was always the type of person that took a while to get up and ready, which his bandmates had gotten used to. He smiled softly, noticing Gil's hair standing up much like his. "Really, well, is there anything that you would like for breakfast?" He asked, slowly getting up off the sofa.

He sat up and carefully stretched his cramped muscles before shaking his head. "I'm good with whatever, don't go all out on my account." Gil stood to follow Sam into the kitchen.

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