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He tossed over for the hundredth time that night, the cheap wood of the bed frame threatening to break under his hip. Nothing was working. Jotaro couldn't sleep. He rolled back onto his back and dropped his arms outside of the covers.
A mumble came from the other side of the bed. "What's up," his husband slurred, voice high and dry with sleep. Kakyoin reached over and did his best at gripping Jotaro’s arm. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing tonight," Jotaro replied softly. "Can't sleep. Go back to sleep, love, sorry for waking you." Jotaro lifted the hand on his arm and pressed a kiss to his fingers.
Kakyoin hummed. "Need a walk?"
Jotaro huffed a laugh. Even half asleep, Kakyoin was still trying to take care of him. In the past, he'd lay awake from anxiety or stress, and a walk under the stars might calm him down, and Kakyoin would have some tea ready on the counter when he came back. "No, love. Go back to sleep now before you really wake up."
His husband hummed again, a habit he had whenever roused by noises in the night, more often than not Jotaro jolting and jerking around in his sleep. "Okay. Big spoon," he whispered and turned on his side, back towards Jotaro.
Typically Kakyoin liked to be the big spoon, but he knew Jotaro would get restless being held in place too long, especially if he wasn't tired enough to fall asleep fast enough. He still wasn't tired, but he rolled over with one arm falling over Kakyoin’s body and the other cushioning under his neck, the rest of him curled safely against his body.
And these days, it wasn't about protection anymore. Though the instinct was still there, the years has mellowed him out. To be in the present, feel the warmth of his partner on his skin, his breathing patterns, his heart beat, even down to the odd way Kakyoin liked to shove one foot between Jotaro's ankles in this position, was enough. Jotaro kissed the back of his head.
"'Night, JoJo. Love you," Noriaki mumbled.
"Love you too," Jotaro said back.