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He’s not sure what started the thought, but one things for sure: he won’t be able to sleep until he does it.
He has to make a knife before the night is over with.
So, sitting up in his — admittedly comfy — bed, AJ pushes the covers back and moves to swing his legs over the side of the bed. Before he moves any further, his eyes fall on Clem as she tosses and turns in her bed on the other side of the room. A frown tugs at his lips as he watches her.
Nightmares.
He wonders what it is this time. Is it something new or the same one she always used to have? He isn’t so sure until he hears her mumbling. He strains to listen, finally catching what he’s fairly certain is his name.
Same one, he concludes, and pushes himself the rest of the way out of bed.
He almost contemplates waking her up, but in fear of only making things worse for her, he decides against it.
It gives him all the more reason to go through with making the knife he’s been dreaming about for nights on end.
He has to protect her.
Just like she always protects him.
He can’t be a little kid anymore. He has to grow up now. And he decides that there’s no better way to do so than by making this weapon.