Johnny snaps awake in the dead of night and notices Jason is already up, just staring at the ceiling. He lies there for a minute, watching him, taking in the way Jason's brow furrows in the dark, lost in his own head.
"Up again? Nightmares?"
Jason startles and turns his head, squinting to make out Johnny's face in the dark.
"Nah, Jo. Just thinking."
"About what?"
"Wondering if you're gonna lose control in your sleep. Do I need to start sleeping in my armor?" It's total bullshit, of course, but he's really not in the mood to spill what's actually on his mind.
Johnny doesn't push it. He just smirks, scoots closer, and nuzzles his nose into Jason's shoulder.
"I'm careful. You've got nothing to worry about."
"You blew up my toaster last time."
"It had it coming! It wasn't even toasting the damn bread."
Jason doesn't argue. He just cups the back of Johnny's head, fingers carding through his short hair.
"Yeah, right, babe. Nothing beats charcoal and bolts, especially with peanut butter."
