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Moonlight sneaking past cracked curtains and bathing the room a magnificent glow. It’s one of Mark’s favorite things about owning his home on the cliff. For the nights where he wakes up in a cold sweat and can’t breathe. Before Falcon he would sit in his bed and just watch the shadows move across his floor. But now that he had the raptor in his life? Well, Falcon was quick to pull him close to his chest. To whisper soft words of reassurance into the younger man’s ears. And Mark stilled and calmed and allowed himself to sleep once more.