Jolting awake, he yelps for a moment, feeling arms around him. “I got you,” Brian’s voice whispers. Swallowing hard, Justin forces himself to relax. Scanning the room, he finally finds his voice, “What time is it?” “Almost five.” With a shuddering breath, Justin gently pushes Brian’s arms away and sits up. “You okay?” Nodding, Justin continues to look around the room. He hared waking up from nightmares. Everything normal suddenly looked…different. He takes another shaky breath, feeling his husband’s hand against his back. “Do you want to talk about it?” “No,” he replies with definiteness. Kicking the sheets off, he climbs out of bed and heads to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Hearing the click of the lock, Brian sighs. He had held his husband during the nightmare, whispering calming words until Justin finally awoke with a start. He was fairly sure what the nightmare was about and just wished that his partner would open up with him. He didn’t like how nonchalant his husband had been acting, and now after this nightmare, he knew he had to confront the blonde: hopefully before dinner. Hearing the toilet flush and the water running, he waits. And waits. Finally the water from the sink stops; however now Brian can hear the shower being turned on. Sighing again, he kicks off the sheets and walks over to the bathroom door. Knocking, he calls out, “Hey, Sunshine, can I come in?” He exhales the breath he didn’t realize he was holding once the door unlocks and opens. Pushing the door open at the same time as Justin enters the shower; Brian closes the door and walks over to the glass frame. “Justin?” Keeping his back to him, Justin lets the warm jets of water cascade down his face. He wished that the water would wash away all his fears, but that would never happen. Sighing, he looks down at the floor, feeling the water rain down from the back of his head and sliding down behind his ears. He ignores the sound of the shower door opening. He ignores the sense of his husband entering the shower behind him, and he ignores the concerned voice calling, “Justin?” Instead, he listens to the gentle pounding of the water as it hits the shower floor. Wrapping his arms around Justin, Brian lightly kisses the nape of his lover’s neck. “That must have been some dream,” he comments. “Oh, same old-same old,” he contests with a hint of bitterness in his voice. “Do you want to talk?” Justin scoffs, “Fuck, Brian. Next you’re going to ask if I want to cuddle.” With a grin, he asks, “You wanna cuddle?” Justin chuckles, turning around to face his husband, “No, I do not want to cuddle, Brian.” “How about fucking?” Brian asks, still grinning. “Now that’s more like it.” Justin agrees with a smile.