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Sniper always had trouble falling asleep. Tonight is a night like no other. Three AM and Sniper hasn’t even yawned yet. Scout had fallen asleep hours ago, somewhere around 12:00 AM. Sniper figured he’d fall asleep anytime after that, but the time never came. Scout was well aware of Sniper’s sleeping problem. He had told Sniper many times that he didn’t mind if Sniper tossed and turned but Sniper still tried to refrain. Scout looked so peaceful, the idea of stirring him made Sniper feel incredibly guilty.
Sniper looked over at the alarm clock. 3:16 AM. Twelve minutes had passed, and it felt like thirty. He decided he’d make a snack and watch a film or two. Perhaps the mindless noise would allow him to sleep. He got up, trying to be as quiet as possible. He slowly stalked down the ladder and crept over to the kitchen where he opened up a popcorn bag and set it in the microwave; cringing at the beeps of the buttons. He then walked into the den area–not a very long walk, given that this is a camper–and he turned on the tv, immediately turning it down to level 5. As he was skimming the channels, the microwave went off. He jumped and he immediately began to scold himself.
“Hm? Snipes?” A groggy voice called from behind him.
“Eh, yeah, oim sorry about that, sweetheart,”. The guilt lacing his tone was palpable.
“Where’re you?” The smaller man was rubbing his eyes and feeling around the bed, as if he had misplaced his glasses.
“Oim right ‘ere, love. Why don’t ya come on down ‘ere with me?”
“Mm, okay,”. Scout clumsily made his way down the ladder, yawning.
Sniper had made his way back to the microwave, grabbed his popcorn, then set it on the small coffee table in the den. He lied down on the couch, and beckoned his half-awake boyfriend over.
He toddled over, and quickly understood Sniper’s request; amplified by the lanky man holding up a blanket. Scout quickly snuggled into the blanket and onto Sniper’s chest, getting comfortable by wiggling around a bit and finally nuzzling his head into his chest. Sniper chuckled and immediately began to rub Scout’s back while flipping through channels,
“Oim real sorry for wakin’ ya up, should’ve been more careful,”. Sniper whispered. No response.
“Are ya that mad at me, mate..?” There was a response this time: a small muffled snore. Sniper let out a hushed laugh, and rolled his eyes. He finally settled on some shitty movie that he’d never even heard of and slowly drifted off to sleep as well; matching his breaths and heart beat with Scout’s. He didn’t even touch his popcorn.