One Hundred Sleepless Nights

Patrick sits at the desk in his home office late at night, lost in his research. The symptoms of the new patient didn't match up with anything he, or any of the other doctors, could think of. It just didn't
make sense, and he isn't sure what to do and-

He hears a soft sniffle come from behind him.

Pete's standing in the doorway, his hair a big mess of tangles and his pajama shirt pushed up just enough to see the tattoo on his stomach. It takes Patrick a moment to realize Pete is crying, and jumps up.

"What's wrong?" He asks as he takes the older boy into his arms.

"Nightmares," Pete whimpers, pressing his face into the crook of Patrick's neck.

They stay there until Pete's done crying. Patrick closes his laptop and leads his boyfriend to the bedroom. He tucks the older boy in, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Patrick turns out the light, and Pete decides that he wants to be the big spoon. The blond chuckles and lets Pete's arms wrap around him. The dark haired boy nuzzles his face into Patrick's soft hair, leaving a kiss somewhere in there.

"Love you," Pete whispers.

"Love you more."

"Love you most."

"Go to sleep, Pete."

There's silence for a moment.

"I win," Pete giggles.

Patrick turns around and kisses Pete sloppily.

"Go to sleep."

"Okay. Okay. Goodnight, love you."

"Goodnight. Love you too."

"Love you the most."

"Peter, don't start that with me again."

And Pete just laughs.