for the_second_noel: SING AU

[dies_irate]

It's a couple of days after they'd had the rather bizarre conversation in the kitchen when it happens; John's sleep needs are very low, really, only once or twice in a month. Just enough for game events. But he does tend to sleep longer than usual when he does, and that's even aside from the post-berserk pass out that they've heard about but not yet had to deal with, thankfully.

That is why John is still in bed after Arthur's gotten up and headed out. Charlie had had a bad night keeping asleep so he'd decided to enjoy the warmth while it was there and dozed off after he left, the way that's far too simple once it's finally morning somehow. But he might wake up when he hears his own name, spoken with longing not far from him (especially given the speaker) and it's only after he's a little more awake that he'll be able to tell that said speaker is still very much asleep.

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[the_second_noel]

He hears it all right -- the doze is only light -- and at once he opens his eyes and gives the attic room a wary glance. Everything in front of him is where it should be, as it was last night and the nights before. It takes hearing his name again for him to realise he didn't dream it.

Um. Huh.

John is a wooly hot water bottle in the bed beside him. Charlie breathes quietly, watching, not wanting to wake him. It's a rare privilege to get to see him asleep.

The way his name was said has made his eyebrows ride a little high. A secret, freakish part of him is waiting for John to say it again -- only to ascertain whether Charlie misread the tone the first two times, of course.