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Pave handed a glass to Mos and Storm each and Mos drank a little of his milk. He nodded to Storm, showing him that he should drink too. Pave smiled at him. She was still unsure of Storm's liquid habits, but she figured that he might as well try milk. Mos was waiting for Storm to take a drink. As long as it didn't taste like tofu, he guessed Storm would try it.

Mos smiled and quickly drained his glass, yawning a little when he was done. Pave took the glasses and exited to put them in the sink. When she returned, she unzipped the two bags and Mos climbed inside his. He motioned for Storm to follow suit and Pave zipped up the side of Mos's bag, setting a pillow under his head.

Pave smiled and set a pillow under Storm's head too. Mos settled in and Pave pushed his bangs out of his eyes. Mos's eyes closed a little bit. He knew Storm was watching him, but the sleep was overwhelming him. The lambs started to crowd around him and Pave shooed them away. "Get out," she told them. They continued to crowd and finally she gave up. "Good night." She bent to kiss Mos's cheek, then, apprehensively, she turned and kissed Storm's cheek too. She hurried ou tof the room and shut off the light. Mos's eyes were almost all the way closed.

Mos smiled a little and slipped into sleep. The lambs crowded suddenly around his head. They bent near his ears and whispered. He frowned a little but ignored them, his dreams were of Storm. His face, his hair, the bracelet around his wrist. But now the face was changing. It turned into a lamb. The lamb flicked it's snake-tongue out and bared sharp teeth. Mos began to sweat a little. The angry lamb roared and Mos was drenched in sweat. His eyes moved rapidly, his body was paralyzed. He couldn't wake up. He tried to call out, but his mouth was shut tight. The lamb roared again and Mos screamed. He still could not shake himself from the dream-world. The lamb now engulfed him and he fell into the pit of it's stomach. He screamed and screamed. Pave rushed into the room. The lambs turned and Mos woke. She flicked on the light and ran forward into the pile of lambs and Mos. Tears streamed down Mos's face and he was still screaming. Pave tried to calm him down, but he continued to scream.

Mos sniffled a little, but--to Pave's amazement--stopped crying when he felt Storm's hand on his back. Pave set Mos down onto the bag and smoothed out his hair a little. He sniffed and smiled a very watery smile at her to reassure her. She stood and forced the lambs over to their corner, scolding them. Mos turned a little and held Storm's arm, a happier look on his face. He was thankful to Storm. He jerked his head in the direction of the lambs with a look of fear in his eyes. "Mare." He said. He meant nitemare, but he hoped that the point got across to Storm. The lambs bleated helplessly and Pave made an angry face at one of them. Mos felt warmth flowing through his numb body. Storm's hand on his back seemed to make him feel safe and happy. He smiled and moved forward, hugging the pink-haired boy.

Mos smiled. He let go of Storm and Pave stood, pulling the lambs out of the room. The bleated in protest and attempted to escape, pulling at Pave's hand. Mos flicked his wrist at them and they followed Pave dutifully. Mos sat on top of his sleeping bag, not yet ready to sleep again. He might have to stay up all night, he thought. Even if Storm were here. He sent a warm look at Storm, who had pulled his sleeping bag closer to Mos's in a protective way. Would Storm sleep if Mos could not? Mos thought that Storm probably would. It did not matter to Mos, so long as Storm was in the same room as him.

((That's so sweet! whee ))

Mos looked at Storm's outstretched hand and crawled under the cover of his sleeping bag. He grasped the hand offered to him and squeezed gently. He wasn't sure if he would have another terrible dream, but with Storm's hand in his, he felt safe. His thoughts mingled with pictures of Storm in his head. He did not dream after the nitemare, but slept soundly, holding Storm's hand.

The sun crept through the window after Mos had slept for two hours. Beams shone onto Mos's face and he woke, still holding Storm's hand and with no more nitemares. Pave tiptoed silently into the room, stepped on a creaky board, swore under her breath, and looked at the two boys. She smiled and stepped forward again, careful not to disturb them. Mos let go of Storm's hand in order to push himself up to a sitting position and look at Pave. She pulled out another pill for Mos to take. He swallowed it quickly and turned to wake up Storm.