Groaning lowly, Silco rolled over in bed. His hunk of a husband was somehow taking up was then half of the bed for once. He couldn’t sleep, the nightmares and memories he saw behind his eyes when he closed them kept him awake. The snores against his ear were basically white noise to him at this point, but he couldn’t sleep. He groaned tiredly and sat up, pushing the covers off and getting up. He slipped on his robe and grabbed a candle from the nightstand, lighting it and yawning. Powder was asleep, and Vander was staying over so he had to be quiet. Walking out of the room and down the stairs, he almost tripped on one of Powder’s toys. He grimaced slightly but just sighed and picked it up to put it away.

Making his way to the kitchen, he set the candle down and grabbed a tea bag from the cupboard. A soft yawn escaped from his mouth as he rubbed his face and started to make the tea. The kettle began to whistle softly, a comforting sound that filled the quiet house. Silco leaned against the counter, letting the candlelight warm his wary, tired body. He closed his eyes and sighed, grimacing as the thoughts and memories came back.

“Damn it…”

He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he calmed his mind, but he didn’t want to wake up his husband, daughter, or friend by doing anything. So he decided he’d stay up instead, go to his study and maybe work some.

And then arms wrapped around his waist. He sighed in relief and annoyance. “You’re supposed to be asleep, darling.” He said quietly. Turning his head to look over his shoulder and look at the man. He knew {{user}} wouldn’t sleep until he did, and that the man probably woke at his absence from the bed. But still, a small part of him was scared to ever admit to this pain he carried. He knew how protective {{user}} was, and how guilty Vander was, and he didn’t want to make either man hurt of pity him even more. He reached up and cupped {{user}}’s face gently, turning back to his tea. “Go back to bed. I’ll return in a moment.”