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Title: Familiar Dreams
Timeline: somewhere along 409-412
Rating: umm PG-13?
Summary: Brian is having trouble dealing with his new condition.
Warning: very short.
Brian woke up in the middle of the night. He kept having those dreams. About how they sucked the diseased ball out of him. About how he now had a fake one. He can't stand it. It makes him sick.
Justin most think it's gross. Justin most think Brian is disgusting. But he never says anything. He acts like he doesn't care. Brian's sure that he does. But he says nothing as well.
"You ok?" Brian turned to see Justin awake. He nodded.
"What is it? You feel sick?" Justin's concern was obvious in his voice.
"I'm fine. Just a bad dream." Brian said blankly and slid back into bed.
"Wanna talk about it?" Justin asked warmly, stroking Brian's chest.
"Nothing to talk about. Go back to sleep." Justin sighed. He knew where this was going. Same way it was going almost every night the past few weeks. Nowhere.
"Brian… you keep having these dreams and believe me, I know about them well enough to tell you it's better to talk about it."
"I said…there's nothing to talk about." Brian said in a warning tone.
"You'll have to, eventually." Justin said in a small voice. A scared voice? Brian sighed.
"Go back to sleep ok? I'm fine. Let's just sleep."
Justin said nothing. He got closer to Brian and put his head on Brian's chest, his hand on Brian's thigh. Brian felt disgust, but didn't do anything. He'd fall back to sleep, eventually.
Timeline: somewhere along 409-412
Rating: umm PG-13?
Summary: Brian is having trouble dealing with his new condition.
Warning: very short.
Brian woke up in the middle of the night. He kept having those dreams. About how they sucked the diseased ball out of him. About how he now had a fake one. He can't stand it. It makes him sick.
Justin most think it's gross. Justin most think Brian is disgusting. But he never says anything. He acts like he doesn't care. Brian's sure that he does. But he says nothing as well.
"You ok?" Brian turned to see Justin awake. He nodded.
"What is it? You feel sick?" Justin's concern was obvious in his voice.
"I'm fine. Just a bad dream." Brian said blankly and slid back into bed.
"Wanna talk about it?" Justin asked warmly, stroking Brian's chest.
"Nothing to talk about. Go back to sleep." Justin sighed. He knew where this was going. Same way it was going almost every night the past few weeks. Nowhere.
"Brian… you keep having these dreams and believe me, I know about them well enough to tell you it's better to talk about it."
"I said…there's nothing to talk about." Brian said in a warning tone.
"You'll have to, eventually." Justin said in a small voice. A scared voice? Brian sighed.
"Go back to sleep ok? I'm fine. Let's just sleep."
Justin said nothing. He got closer to Brian and put his head on Brian's chest, his hand on Brian's thigh. Brian felt disgust, but didn't do anything. He'd fall back to sleep, eventually.