limbs jerking, he moves against the mattress with a start. so close to sleeping through till morning, bradley’s out of luck for another night. managing to fall asleep as quick as he did a couple hours ago was all false hope.
hand wrapping around his wrist, bradley expects to meet the cold glass of his watch, but under his fingertips is just skin. the watch he means to twist is on the nightstand. his hand rubs at his temples instead, thumb and middle finger on either side pressing before his palm just rests flat on his forehead.
hand slipping down to the side of his neck, bradley turns his head expecting to see bob asleep beside him. instead, he’s met with the sight of an empty bed. it’s not a concern, at first. he guesses bob’s slipped off to the bathroom, and uses the moment of privacy to pull himself upright and try to push through the groggy fog of nerves that’s become increasingly familiar to him. it’s not a familiarity he enjoys. he feels tense, shaken.
when minutes continue to pass, and bob still hasn’t returned, the nerves start to take a worser turn. bradley pushes the blankets away, rising out of bed to find the other and navigate through the darkness of the space. the journey to the door is not without a little grumble and ow when he kicks some dark blob. eventually he makes it to bob's living room where he's not particularly surprised to see bob hunched over on the couch with the light on -- he's only relieved.
a not so little not so surprise starter for bob / @fyrewalks