Kyle wakes up panting and sweating, hands shaking as he reaches out to press the button for the bedside lamp. He makes himself breathe deep, scrubs at his face, and he's got one foot on the floor to get out of bed when Guy's arm reaches out, snags him around the middle, and reels him back in.
"Nope."
"I just need--"
"Stay." Guy orders like he's talking to a dog or a new recruit. He yawns hugely, pulls Kyle closer, and throws a leg over Kyle's hip. "You get out of bed, you're gonna spend the rest of the night in the living room drawing those creepy pictures."
"It's how I--"
"Tell me about it," Guy says. "Tell me about the dreams."
"I don't want..." Kyle trails off, waiting for Guy to interrupt again. Guy noses the back of Kyle's neck and says nothing. "I don't want you to know," he says. "I don't draw the really bad stuff."
"That's why you keep dreaming about it, dumbass." Guy pats up and down Kyle's torso until Kyle arranges his arm so he can hold Guy's hand. "You tell Dr. Guy all about it."
Kyle snorts. "Oh, yeah, you'd make a great therapist. Yelling at patients. Telling them to suck it up and deal."
"Deflection. Now suck it up and tell Dr. Guy all about it."
Kyle sighs and lets himself sag back against Guy. "I'm Parallax. And I'm towering over everyone, and everyone I care about starts trying to stop me."
"Okay," Guy says.
"And Parallax is killing everyone in really horrible ways. Really graphic ways. On spikes and with fire and it's just...and I'm inside him. I can see what he's doing. And I'm screaming and trying to get out, but I can't. There's just...I can't."
"Then what?" Guy asks.
"Then you. You barrel forward and grab at Parallax, and you rip him in half and reach for me, but just as I can touch you, Parallax reforms, and he...fuck, Guy, he just tears you to pieces. These little tiny pieces, and then your ring flies off, and I'm still inside. I'm still yelling for someone to help me, and everyone's...everyone's dead." Kyle breathes in, waits for Guy to say something.
"Guy?" he prompts after a few seconds. "Guy?" He tries to turn over, but he can't. Guy's grip is slack, but his weight is heavy. Guy's asleep. Kyle considers punching him in the shoulder to wake him up. Calling him a dick for falling asleep as Kyle was telling him the worst nightmare he's ever had, but something about it makes him smile. Guy, falling asleep as Kyle talks about Guy's death by Parallax. So unconcerned that it could actually happen--that Kyle would be so powerless as to let it happen--that he's dead to the world.
"Asshole," Kyle mutters affectionately, and he nudges Guy's shoulder until Guy is back on his own pillow. Then he gets comfortable under Guy's weight and lets himself fall back asleep.
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"Nope."
"I just need--"
"Stay." Guy orders like he's talking to a dog or a new recruit. He yawns hugely, pulls Kyle closer, and throws a leg over Kyle's hip. "You get out of bed, you're gonna spend the rest of the night in the living room drawing those creepy pictures."
"It's how I--"
"Tell me about it," Guy says. "Tell me about the dreams."
"I don't want..." Kyle trails off, waiting for Guy to interrupt again. Guy noses the back of Kyle's neck and says nothing. "I don't want you to know," he says. "I don't draw the really bad stuff."
"That's why you keep dreaming about it, dumbass." Guy pats up and down Kyle's torso until Kyle arranges his arm so he can hold Guy's hand. "You tell Dr. Guy all about it."
Kyle snorts. "Oh, yeah, you'd make a great therapist. Yelling at patients. Telling them to suck it up and deal."
"Deflection. Now suck it up and tell Dr. Guy all about it."
Kyle sighs and lets himself sag back against Guy. "I'm Parallax. And I'm towering over everyone, and everyone I care about starts trying to stop me."
"Okay," Guy says.
"And Parallax is killing everyone in really horrible ways. Really graphic ways. On spikes and with fire and it's just...and I'm inside him. I can see what he's doing. And I'm screaming and trying to get out, but I can't. There's just...I can't."
"Then what?" Guy asks.
"Then you. You barrel forward and grab at Parallax, and you rip him in half and reach for me, but just as I can touch you, Parallax reforms, and he...fuck, Guy, he just tears you to pieces. These little tiny pieces, and then your ring flies off, and I'm still inside. I'm still yelling for someone to help me, and everyone's...everyone's dead." Kyle breathes in, waits for Guy to say something.
"Guy?" he prompts after a few seconds. "Guy?" He tries to turn over, but he can't. Guy's grip is slack, but his weight is heavy. Guy's asleep. Kyle considers punching him in the shoulder to wake him up. Calling him a dick for falling asleep as Kyle was telling him the worst nightmare he's ever had, but something about it makes him smile. Guy, falling asleep as Kyle talks about Guy's death by Parallax. So unconcerned that it could actually happen--that Kyle would be so powerless as to let it happen--that he's dead to the world.
"Asshole," Kyle mutters affectionately, and he nudges Guy's shoulder until Guy is back on his own pillow. Then he gets comfortable under Guy's weight and lets himself fall back asleep.