"Eventually, Martin falls asleep. Jon can feels his fear drain away as he drops off, his head resting on Jon’s thigh, with Jon softly carding though his hair with his fingers, just the way he’s learnt that Martin loves. He leans back against the headboard with a slow exhale, closing his eyes. He is so very, very tired, but something tells him sleep won’t come. Ever again, most likely. Then something… touches his mind.
Martin is dreaming. He’s dreaming – he’s dreaming about the field where they used to go cow spotting; it was a huge green meadow, dotted with the fluffy highland cows Martin adores. Now it’s dark and empty, the grass burnt and blackened, and here and there sticky with stains Martin-in-the-dream really doesn’t what to know what they are. He’s calling out for their favourite cow, and Jon wrenches his mind away before he finds her."
It doesn't help, though, because Jon Knows, Knows it all.
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06 Nov 2020