even with the teary face being the last look he got before he was left alone to perch on the edge of the toilet and with the sad plea in his ears he still could not get the memory of his body against robins and guiltily touched until he was able to do to himself what he wanted to do with his roommate. it shamed him but until he was left with sickly hands and a cold butt from the porcelain lid he could not bear to stop. he did not come out until he had washed away the signs of his guilt and had found a towel to cover his near-nudity

He had finished a bowl of soup and one of his abandoned reading assignments by the time the other emerged from the shower. Shamefully his eyes feel to the area the cloth shrouded before traveling up to the face. He opened his mouth to apologize again but shamefully fell into silence upon meeting the others gaze.

when robin could not look him in the eye he felt as if the other knew what he had done and it turned his stomach. "....i am sorry i did that to you... if you don't want to be my boyfriend i understand, i should have been more respectful"

He did not let his gaze fall from Jerial. "No! Je...Jerial." He pushed aside his fallen hair from his face. "Jerial that is what boyfriends do, I am sorry I pushed it on you and made you run away." at last he let his eyes fall to another part of Jerial. "You are a good boyfriend I do not deserve. I have been dreaming about you and just now I wanted it from you."

that made him shiver before he sobered up with the realization that the other kept waking up in fear. "....then why were you screaming? you sounded so...afraid.... and before... god"

"I have to fight so much to get to you." He confessed. "My last dream a demon was trying to eat me, before that an elderly woman, before that the snow queen took you away and before that it..." He could not remember before that. He shivered at the thought of the horrible demon. "I have to fight them all to get to you." He said matching the others tone by the end of his speech."

he wasn't sure how to respond to that though he felt as if he should and coming over until he was only an arm-span away awkwardly patted robin on the shoulder. "it is just dreams"

He captured the hands on his shoulder leaning his head so that his cheek rested on the back of Jerials hand. "They feel so real Jerial..." He pursed his lips "Jerial... that... th...the doll was from my dream and I woke up it was in my bed. ... I have cuts from running through the woods." He did not look at the other, he knew Jerial would think he was insane.

"um..um, if the doll is scaring you then can i throw it away? and if you think you have hurt yourself when you are asleep tell me and i can help prove you are awake and ok, ok?" trying not to dislodge the other he kneeled down, "i am sorry i have given you bad dreams. i didn't mean to"

Robin looked up at Jerial, amazed that his world was so simple. He found himself nodding slowly unfurling his limbs from the couch cushion. "I am being silly aren't I?" He said "Do you mind if I bring my book? I usually like to read before sleeping."

he shook his head. if robin was having bad dreams then reading before bed might not be helping, or, if it was the book he had seen before, writing before bed. "i think it might be better if you laid off of it for tonight at least"

He opened his mouth to protest but allowed himself to be dragged off, feeling very childish. He looked over to his unlit corner of the room where the book lay opened to the page with his drool smudge. He moved a flock of hair from his face and coyly his fingers trailed up Jerials skin. "Just like in my dreams, you are always there to save me when I wake up."

he wanted to say something cool then, something to make this moment memorable but as he stood in the entrance of their small room with robin not exactly in his arms but kind of close running a finger against him all he could manage was a thoroughly lame 'am i?'

He nodded against the shoulder blades. Impulsively he reached around and hugged Jerial mouthing a silent thank you against the skin. He liked the warm feeling that radiated off the flesh. Jerial, protector of dreams. he giggled silently to himself.

the mouth on his back unhinged his mind entirly and he could not help the words that spilled from his mouth, "sorareyouimean, ifyoudon'twannasleep...in....your bed..."

He shook his head against Jerial."I like being this close... the only time I feel this good is when I wake up in your arms." He sighed contently. "I want to sleep in your bed."