Lyle looked over at Dante and blushed a bit at the intimate hold. He'd never been this close to anyone who he didn't sleep with first. Normally he'd get up and start his day, but he didn't want to disturb Dante who considered sleep to important. He laid back down on his side still feeling his heart beat in his chest from the nightmare. It was an uneasy anxiety. He closed his eyes and focused on the weight of the arm around his waist, the leg around his, the warmth from next to him, the soft breaths that tickled the hairs on his forehead. It was like Dante was some angel here to protect him. He knew he probably shouldn't, but he moved closer to Dante's warmth, resting his head in the crook of his neck. If it wasn't intimate before then it was now. And for the first time in forever rather than starting his day at the crack of dawn he let himself slip back into a deep sleep.