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All things considered, he was great with her. It might've been the opposite effect if he'd tried to hold her down and still her, but he hadn't. Instead, he simply waited for it to be over and offered her comfort until she was awake. Letting her come to him was the best he could've done, and he had. Clutching onto him, the feel of arm strong arms around her brought her further to reality. <i>This is Axel. He won't let anything happen to me. I can trust him, I could always trust him. </i>She couldn't express how much it meant to her in that moment to have him there, unable to find her voice to, but she felt it. He was the brick house the wolf couldn't blow down, sturdy and strong. And in that moment, she felt like the little vulnerable piglet the wolf wanted to devour alive. His whisper didn't fall on deaf ears and she reluctantly nodded with her eyes closed as she let it out. <br/>
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As the anxiety and fear spilled away, it left extreme exhaustion behind in it's place. She always felt groggy, if not loopy, coming out of her night terrors. Restful sleep was a once-in-a-blue-moon affair, and it only built up over time. <i>How many nights in a row is this now? </i>She couldn't remember the last time she got more than four hours of true sleep a night, typically after a night terror where her body was too exhausted and her mind didn't torture her, leaving her in a comatose blankness for a few hours before her alarm sounded to wake her. The kiss to her head made her shudder out a breath, and his whisper stirred her eyes to open. Through a thin slit of vision from heavy lids, she peeked up at him as her brows furrowed. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the seer rage building inside of him but she couldn't never be afraid of <i>him. </i>Instead, a shaky hand came up to almost paw at his face. Which was more like a flattened stroke from his forehead to chin, over and over. "Shh.... shh..." She whispered in response to his apologize. "You... stop that. You got me out of there. You have nothing to be sorry for. If it wasn't for you..." She shook her head slowly, she didn't finish the thought. With a couple more awkward caresses to his face, she pulled her hand away to curl her arm in against herself, the back of her hand brushing over the muscle of his chest like it was a soft blanket of comfort. <br/>
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"I.. know I can seem like a fish outta water when it happens," she wrinkled her nose with the soft murmur, but her eyes widened when he made the Mike Tyson joke. "Oh god... Are you okay? I —" She made a face a him when he told the truth and she snorted. "Dude, too soon..." But it didn't stop her from laughing, shaking her head. "<i>Fucker.</i>" The small smile on her face, and the Too Soon joke made this feel a little more normal between them. "M'not even a <i>little </i>bit of a hot mess?" Tempest pouted up at him, the plush bottom lip poking out. Any other time, the maneuver he made and the sheet on her would've made her pull away. Now, it seemed to be just what the doctor ordered and she was too tired to be her usual stubborn self to distance herself from him. She shifted her weight some with the new position, adjusting her arms so she wasn't squishing her chest. She let them rest on either side of him, curling around his torso and basically laying on him lazily with her head pillowed on his chest. <br/>
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"Doesn't mean I gotta like it," she muttered, "sure there's some weird shit you do in your spare time you wouldn't want me to see... I bet you blow dry your balls when you get out of the shower, or dance around in socks and boxers like Tom Cruise in Risky Business," she grumbled. Her situation was significantly different, but it was a weak attempt to get some normalcy returned between them. She huffed softly but didn't argue when he mentioned resting, and the huffing was more for being called a </span><i><span style="font-size: 12px">little lady</span><span style="font-size: 15px">. </span></i><span style="font-size: 12px">She didn't have the energy to chew him out for it either. Though, when he mentioned not moving as if she could sleep as they were, she groaned and stirred with a shake of her head. "Noooo. I can't sleep like this," she objected, grunting up a storm as she worked herself up. It took some effort as she pushed and climbed, almost slipping more than once since her body was tired and just wasn't having it. She was a train wreck with mussed chocolate locks and a tear smudged face, but care was in limited supply. He'd seen her in much worse condition, really. She tried to climb over him, which turned into a moment of squirming and wiggling around until she was more straightened along the length of him. Hiking up her leg, she almost lost balance and teetered with a curse under her breath. "</span><i><span style="font-size: 12px">Shit</span><span style="font-size: 15px">.</span></i><span style="font-size: 12px">" Looking much like a dog about to urinate on a fire hydrant, before she swayed and planted the knee down on the other side of him. <br/>
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There was an awkward moment of straddling him as her arms gave out on her and she faceplanted into his chest with a grunt. About giving up, she just rolled over him like a tumbleweed tangled in the sheet again, her hair sprawled all over the place as she took a huffing breath like it had taken a lot of effort for such a simple maneuver. "Okay, I did it..." She congratulated herself before she squirmed out of the sheet and adjusted it, but not before she tilted her frame that was now facing away from him. Reaching her arm back, she patted at the bed like she was looking for the blanket, but when her fingers found his side, she lazily gave a weak tug to his shirt. "C'mere... fuck the couch, you can rub ya ass on it some other time." <br/>
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The only thing stopped her from asking him to stay before was not wanting him to see her in this exact predicament. Now? Now, it seemed pointless. He saw the destruction that bastard had left behind, and the fact she was still haunted. The thought of him going back out to the living room left a hollow pit in her stomach and she didn't have it in her to scold herself and push him away. </span></span>