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You didn't ask, but I gave anyway.
For amireal: Gil/Greg, to get me back in the mood for betaing. (196 words)
The blackout curtains hang at the windows, turning the room into a cocoon of darkness and silence even though it's nine in the morning on a sunny day in Vegas. And despite the lack of light, the absence of sound, Greg finds he can't sleep. His body is exhausted after a double shift, his mind is so foggy he doesn't think he could focus on anything even if he needed to, and despite all that he's lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, so tired he could almost cry.
Next to him, the bed shifts and Gil wraps an arm around him, pulling him back against Gil's chest. "Can't sleep?" Gil asks, his voice low and a little rough.
He shakes his head wordlessly. "Think I'm overtired," he says, his words punctuated by a huge yawn.
"Probably." Gil kisses the back of his neck. "Relax, Gregor. We've got nowhere to be for hours yet."
He doesn't think he'll be able to, despite the comfort of Gil's embrace, wrapping him in warmth and affection. But he closes his eyes anyway, listening to Gil's even breathing beside him.
When he opens them again, it's four in the afternoon.
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