#acutally

But a good chunk of it is bc I already love the source material

”1… 2.. 3..4” Isak thought to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine a small, white, fluffy sheep jumping over a fence.  It did not work. He knew this already, there was no idea that he even tried. It was 04.36 in the morning, and outside it was so quiet except for a car or two that drove by their window every now and then. It was so quiet. Except for the breaths that were coming from the blonde boy lying next to him. His hair that always was styled in to this perfect quiff was now a mess of blonde hair spread all across the pillow case. He looked so peaceful lying there. Isak’s heart swell at the sight, it almost felt like his heart expanded to the point where it overtook all the space in his chest.

The boy breathed slow and heavy. “One breathe, two breathe, three.. four..”Isak counted. Slowly he started to breath in the same rhythm . “five.. six… seven.. eight” Isak breathed. A sense of calm overtook him. The dim lights of the street lamps outside shone and were peeking in through the blinds. “thirty, thirty one, thirty two..” he counted, still breathing in the same pace as Even.

Slowly he felt his eyelids being heavy and how he drifted off.

Maybe counting before going to sleep was his thing now. Maybe it was a combination of counting and feeling safe, thanks to Evens presence. He did not know, but that did not matter right now. What matter is that once again, Even had helped him, without even knowing it himself.