petit somme (small nap)

“Get some sleep, you’re exhausted,” Richard states, leading Justin out of the room. “I’m okay,” he lies. The thought of going to sleep terrified him. Richard smiles softly, “You’re a good kid,” he shuts the door behind him and guides Justin towards his bedroom, “Molly is lucky to have you.” Entering Justin’s room, he notices all the bags on the bed, “You were busy this morning,” he says with a chuckle. Justin nods, quickly explaining, “We didn’t bring anything---” “It’s alright,” Richard comments quickly, “I didn’t mean it the way you think, Justin. It was just a comment.” Justin bites his lower lip, feeling his cheeks redden, “Sorry, I guess I’m a bit hypersensitive right now.” Richard smiles back, nodding, “I understand. Just get some sleep.” Pulling back the covers, he gestures to Justin to lie down. “I’m not tired,” Justin lies once again. He laughs, “Justin, you can barely keep your eyes open.” Shaking his head, Justin tries another approach, “I don’t want to suffer from jet lag. I’ll sleep tonight.” “There is nothing wrong with taking a nap.” “Yeah, but it’s already almost five…I mean, in a couple of hours we’ll be having dinner….” Justin stammers, staring at the bed as if it could bite him. Frowning, Richard studies his nephew for several moments, “Are you alright?” He quickly nods, “Yes, I just don’t want to sleep.” “You’re shaking,” he comments, looking down at Justin’s hands. Biting his lip again, he nods, “My nerves are shot.” “I’ll get you something to drink,” he replies, leaving the bedroom. Justin exhales slowly, trying to calm the panic attack that was threatening to overtake him. Just breathe… come on, be strong… think about Molly! Molly can’t see you like this!! Breath in and out… fuck fuck fuck… what would Brian say when this happened?: It’s okay, Justin… I’m here… you’re okay…. Swallowing hard, he looks around. But Brian isn’t here. Closing his eyes, he tries to replay the words Brian used to tell him. But it isn’t the same. “Falling asleep sitting up?” Richard jokes as he enters the room carrying a glass. Justin jolts, “Fuck!” Then smiles sheepishly, “Sorry, I guess I am a little tired.” “No kidding?” Richard asks in mock surprise as he hands his nephew the glass of alcohol. Justin takes a small sip, whispering thanks before swallowing the remainder of the contents in one gulp. Closing his eyes, he feels the warmth envelope the inside of his body. Richard takes the now empty glass from Justin’s hand and gently pushes him down onto the bed. “Now get some rest, Justin. If Molly wakes up before you, I’m sure she’ll come in here and get you herself.” Justin nods, feeling the exhaustion sweep over him as his head hits the pillow. Before he can say a word, he feels the blankets being pulled over him, and he quickly submits to sleep.