book 2: ghosts

He feels her press into him, trembling and small. Concern takes over him as he forces himself to wrap around her even more. His eyes close briefly as he lets out another rumble. He doesn't care. He can share his time. Modesty would understand and if she wouldn't she could come after him for it. Not her. Never her. "Do not apologize," Gil murmurs as he lifts his nose to nudge against her cheek. "You were having a nightmare," his voice is a whisper as he ensures she is warm and safe in his embrace. Even though he had noticed the blanket, he didn't care. Whatever made her feel more at home. "Do you want to talk about it?" Gil finally asks after a few moments of silence. If she didn't, it was fine. If she did, he would listen. No matter how tired or exhausted he was, he would be there for her.

"speech"