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Sakuya bolted out of bed, his eyelids snapping open.

His heart racing, he looked around in the darkness, trying to search for any form of familiarity before realizing he was home.

Sighing, he patted his body with his clammy hands to check for any damage before lying down to try going back to sleep.

That was, until a familiar, though sleepy, voice called out to him.

“Sakuya?” Citron whispered, beginning to sit up.

“I’m fine.” Sakuya replied, trying to keep his voice hushed and a smile on his face. The comment was mostly reassurance for himself, anyway.

Yet somehow, Citron saw through it.

“Are you sure about that?” This time, Citron’s voice came out laced with gentle sympathy, the tone feeling familiar on his lips.

Sakuya didn’t have time to even think of a reply before his body came up with one for him. His eyes welled with tears, and he wordlessly crawled over the partition into Citron’s bed.

“Sakuya’s a liar.”

Citron gave him a kind smile, opening the covers for him to come in.

Again, as if he were possessed by a being starved for comfort, Sakuya complied, allowing Citron to drape them both in the soft warmth of the blankets.

“Would you like to talk of it?”

“Mm-mm.” Sakuya shook his head, attempting to hide the wetness beginning to pool on his cheeks.

“Okay.”

With that, Citron reached up to comb his fingers through Sakuya’s hair, each stroke more tender than the last. Each movement felt familiar to him, as it was the same way he used to comfort Tangerine when he came to him like this.

Sakuya closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on his roommate’s hands running along the back of his head in an attempt to fall asleep.

Sadly, it only made things worse.

The softness and familial nature of the touch just added an extra loop to the emotional roller coaster he had taken a trip on. The tears only continued to spill over as Citron made soft shushing noises in an attempt to calm him.

This continued until the soft near-silence was broken by Citron’s whispers.

“Have I told the tale of the lion and the leopard?”

Sakuya shook his head, looking up at a blurry Citron.

“Ah, it is one of the tales I was raised with, so I will tell you. Once in a time…”

The entire time Citron told his fairytale, he held Sakuya close, continuing to stroke his hair; pushing his bangs out of his face, carding through the hair in back of his head, and generally running his fingers all over his head. He dried some tears, managed to get a wet-sounding giggle out of Sakuya, and soon enough, lulled him to sleep.

Once he was sure his child was asleep, Citron’s grin grew just a little wider as his eyes softened.

“Good night, Saku,” he whispered, “sweetest of dreams.”