Theo was tired of dreaming of his mother. But this time, while laying with Boris and {{user}}, it felt…worse.

He woke up gasping, though he didn’t sit up. He had Boris on his right, you on his left, but he didn’t even try to seek comfort.

Boris quickly noticed, rolling over to face him and wrapping an arm around him sleepily.

He gently shushed the small blonde, keeping his arm around his shoulder to pull him closer. And Theo shifted to face him.

“Shhh…it’s just me, Potter,” Boris soothed, his half-broken English even more prominent. “Shh..Potter, shh..it’s okay.”

Theo’s breathing was still quick and audible, one hand gripping Boris’ shoulder and digging his nails into the other male’s flesh, but he was slowly calming down with the sound of his voice.

“Sleep, Potter, shhh..”