but like, sonny talking in his sleep
- sometimes it’s just incoherent mumbles or whispers and you can just see his lips moving slightly
- sometimes he says your name, whispering a soft “i love you” and talking about making pasta with you on days off.
- but other times it’s dark
- stuff that keeps you up all night while you listen to his heartbeat and wait for his eyes to open.
- he brings up old cases, talks about stuff you don’t even want to imagine
- his forehead creases with concern and his whole body tenses up
- and he unconsciously pulls you closer
- you frown as you trace shapes into his skin
- waiting for him to wake up so you can hold him, tell him you love him, make sure he’s okay.