“Sorry, did I wake you?”

Laxus’ voice is gruff and hoarse in the small space of your bedroom. He had gotten up to get a drink of water and the creaking of the bed had stirred you awake. Laxus looks tired, he hasn’t had a proper night’s rest since the events of Tartaros.

“Didn’t mean to,” he mumbles, giving you a small smile. “Go back to sleep, yeah?”

He doesn’t want you to worry—to sacrifice your own sleep to help him, but he should know better. That’s exactly what you’re going to do.