<strong> Johnny and Andrew...</strong><br/><br/>During the night Johnny had certainly had a fitful sleep, he had spoken in strange languages, or perhaps gibberish, whatever it was he was afraid. More than once he clutched onto Andrew, telling him to be careful, telling him to beware. At other times his hands traced across Andrew’s part visible chest, as he turned to face him. He fumbled a little in his sleep so desperate to find someone to be close too.<br/><br/><em> So dark…its going to be awake…</em>he mumbled as he drew Andrew yet closer to him, until there was yet no space between them. Occasionally his lips bushed Andrews neck as Johnny struggled in his terrible visions and nightmares, needing peace…eventually he did relax.<br/><br/>At least he relaxed a little as he started to take in the scent of the man so close to him, as he ran his fingers slowly though his hair. When he finally awakened, or rather became in that world of half sleep, Johnny started to stroke the face of Andrew and draw him in for gentle kiss.<br/><br/>The events from last night were still blurred and somewhat frightening, yet this man so close to him offered sanctuary. Again his hands ran through that soft blonde hair. “Thank you…” he whispered…kissing Andrew again.<br/><br/>The two things the inspector knew was that he needed to go to the den, but something in his mind shouted that he needed this man to go with him.<br/><br/>