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seattle ; monday afternoon

It'd been another night racked with nightmares. They were getting worse and worse and Sam had no idea what had seemingly opened the floodgates. He didn't know what was causing everything to spiral out of control. He'd found himself downstairs in the basement way too much and for way too long. Ramon and Frank had even started questioning him and he'd just snapped angrily and stalked away.

That had just concerned them more. And they'd threatened to tell Brid which was great. He didn't want to deal with her when it came to this. He didn't want to deal with anyone. He just wanted to internalize it and make it go away.

He'd locked himself in his room for right now. The bed was unmade and messy and his clothes were strewn about, a testament to just how unfocused he was. But, he was still up and he was still mobile. Well, he was looking out one of the windows at the gray afternoon.

But, that counted.

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Natalie quietly lay herself down next to him on her side for now, unsure how to proceed from there.

She hadn't planned this far.

... Scratch that, she hadn't planned this at all.

Sam wasn't going to offer suggestions either. He stayed still, just trying to breathe easily and relax enough to maybe close his eyes and get some sleep.

It wasn't working that well but he was trying.

Natalie stayed still for a moment. Just breathing in the silence.

Then she reached a hand out and touched his shoulder, slowly running her hand down his arm from there. Just a light touch. Something to soothe.

Sam shuddered a bit when she touched him. It wasn't a bad thing, though. He was just trying to relax and unwind somewhat.

He sighed again and stayed quiet.

Natalie ran her hand down his arm down to around his elbow, then back up again, slowly.

And then she splayed that hand against his back, rubbing lightly in small circles. She knew someone had done that for her in the past. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was one of her parents. She couldn't remember and it didn't matter.

Sam moaned a little, mostly in pleasure. He didn't say anything else but stretched out a little under her touch.

He didn't know if he'd done this to her in the past or not but he was appreciative of the fact that she was doing it to him now.

Well, with it being that well received, Natalie kept doing it. Keeping the same amount of pressure, but slowly moving her hand around his back.

Slow circles.

This was such a strange thing for them to be doing given their current status. He really didn't know what was going on but he wasn't going to start a conversation about that.

He was just going to close his eyes and breathe and relax and feel. She had good hands.

Natalie was really of the mind that this wasn't any stranger than when she'd cried all over him and he'd told her to let it out and go to sleep. That was what she'd decided, anyway.

She rubbed his shoulder and listened to him breathe.

And he was still breathing quietly. He moved a little underneath her hand, stretching again. One of his hands curled closer to his chest and he maybe scooted back a little closer to her.

Man, he missed cuddling with her. He really, really did.

Yeah, so did Natalie. To be honest, she just missed cuddling in general. But they'd been very good at that.

And maybe she shifted a little bit towards him, too. Still rubbing his shoulder and his upper back.

Sam's breathing settled a little more as some of his tension and pain bled out of him. His eyes were closed so he could solely focus on her touch and the feelings that it was evoking.

Maybe she'd be able to get him to sleep.

Maybe. Natalie hoped she might. Since he was being so firm about not letting her help in other ways.

She started to hum, softly. A song she'd been writing earlier. He probably wouldn't want to know the words, which was all the same really because they were only half written, anyway. But maybe the humming would help.

He didn't ask for the words only because he didn't want anything breaking the lull he'd gotten his mind forced into. He didn't want to think of meanings behind things. He just wanted to listen to her and he wanted her to keep touching him.

His needs were minimal.

And Natalie could provide.

She inched just a little closer again, rubbing her hand down the upper part of his arm. Humming, softly, gently.

And Sam relaxed just a little further. His breathing seemed to even out somewhat and his limbs got a little heavier. He did feel drowsy though he was still resisting sleep for all he could.

Nightmares, you know.

Natalie stayed how she was for a moment. And then she moved her hand down his arm so she could gently pull him back against her.

He'd held her when she'd cried. She would hold him so he'd sleep, if he just let her. And it wasn't an ex thing, it was a friend thing. Assuming those two could ever truly be separate.

Sam didn't resist when she pulled him back against her. He scooted back, molding his back against her front as best he could in his position.

He even yawned.

Natalie draped her arm over his side to keep him close to her, and brushed her hand lightly and slowly back and forth against his chest. Still humming, too. Just closer to his ear now.

Everything was soft and gentle right now. To soothe.

"Natalie..."

Sam trailed off, lulled by the humming and the rhythm of her hand and the comfort she was providing for him right now.

"Can you...?"

He trailed off again and sighed.

She only just barely broke off her humming to murmur three words.

"Can I what?"

Her hand didn't still at all because it didn't have to.

"If it starts looking like I'm having...a bad dream," he mumbled, "I need you to wake me up. Don't let me sleep through it."

"Okay," she murmured, nodding against the back of his shoulder. "I'll wake you up. I promise."

"Okay." With that said, his eyes drooped closed and he fell quiet. He didn't know if he was going to fall asleep but he was definitely comfortable enough to maybe doze a bit and rest his eyes.

And that would be good enough under the circumstances.

Natalie couldn't force him to fall asleep, but she could make sure he was comfortable. She kept touching him, and she kept humming to him.

It was enough.

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