Fitz! Stop making such a racket.

Raises a single brow. Was it, now?

She’s just teasing.

Oh, she knows.

Of course they are.

Who’s Holly? Totally not jealous.

Jealous? Who said she’s jealous! Not her. Never. Pft.

Yes. Yes he did! ( Oh. Did she say that out loud? )

It’s been two hours, Fitz. Go back to sleep.

No. No. Leopold Fitz, you are going back to bed.

Hnng—— No! Go to bed.

; I forgot I didn’t have an intro tweet lol

H.E.N.R.Y is going at the end of his bunk, and if he moves from it, he’ll attack. Not really, but he needs a deterrent from going back to work.

Is he willing to risk finding out? With an soft chortle, she patted his curls. “Good night, Fitz. Sleep well.”

A soft smile adorns plush tiers, the sight of her best friend asleep. My gods, he was so cute, but she isn’t going to think about that.

After he’d fallen asleep, she’d settled in whatever chair wasn’t stacked with junk, reading some notebook he’d written, just to make sure he didn’t try to sneak past H.E.N.R.Y. Good job she had, for now she’s shaking him awake.

“Fitz! You’re okay. It’s okay.” Her own heart sped up, pounding in her ears and searing in her chest. A palm pressed firmly against his quaking shoulder, a supportive simper forcing her lips. “You just had a bad dream, that’s all.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Automatically, her hand rose to clutch his, the glint of confusion moving to dance upon soft features, worry intertwining, too.

“Of course I am.” Still frowning, her ingenious brain worked its cognitive nerves to figure out a solution and unlike usual, she was stumped.

“Dying? Don’t be silly, Fitz. You had a nightmare.” His words were sweet, albeit a little disturbing, but to her, it was merely a silly little dream that held no reality. “No need to work yourself up over it.”