215: Thursday morning

[anextimeagent]

Jack was dreaming. He knew that. It was cold and dark, and the rain streamed down his face as he turned it up to the starless sky. He hated dreams like this, dreams that were just memory, his imagination too lazy to bother with embellishment.

Was a purple elephant or a chicken in a top hat or a naked dancing anyone really too much to ask for

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[chasingsnitches]

"All right?" Cedric mumbled, reaching over to pat Jack's bicep sloppily due to sleep.

[anextimeagent]

"Very all right," he murmured, nuzzling the back of Cedric's neck. "It was just a dream. Go back to sleep, I didn't mean to wake you."

[chasingsnitches]

"Bad dream?" he asked, not really going back to sleep at all.

[anextimeagent]

"Not really. More a memory than a dream." Jack rested his cheek on Cedric's shoulder, tilted his head to kiss his skin. "Nothing big."