Closing Time

Godric still didn't know that Laurent had seen the gun, not untill he saw how fearful the man was. A nightmare on its own couldn't do that, could it? He had to have seen it. And that wasn't good at all, especially since he was probably still shocked from the robbery earlier tonight. Godric wanted to facepalm and sit back in bed but the minute he stood close enough he could feel Laurent's arms around his leg, holding on tightly, almost like a kid. He would say it was adorable, but he was way too busy trying to figure out a way to calm him down as Voodoo jumped up on the bed making a sound, almost tapping the empty space with its paw. Godric could swear, sometimes that cat was too intelligent for his liking.

He slowly bent down to grab both of Laurent's arms, pulling him away from his leg so they wouldn't stay in this weirdly awkward position. Instead he gently pulled the man to his feet as he listened to apology after apology. "It's alright, Laurent," he spoke in a voice way too soft to even remember it. This was the voice he used to have back when he was a good little angel, more or less and it almost scared him that he was still capable of using such gentle care. He slowly moved the man towards the bed, sitting him down before taking one of the duvets and draping it over him so he didn't feel as naked as before. He couldn't help but yawn as his fingers touched the softness of the duvet itself. He looked a bit at Laurent, hesitantly as he absentmindedly scratched the top of his back where he scars from his wings were located. He always did so when he woke up from sleep.

"You don't need to apologize. You had a nightmare, on top of a really terrifying evening at work.. It's okay, Laurent," he could swear the cat just winked at him, but he ignored the little feline beast as he sat down next to the siren and put a gentle hand on his shoulder, still warm from sleep. He didn't really know what else to do as he wasn't very big on hugging.
"Do you need some water?" before hearing an answer he went to the mini-fridge in the bedroom and pulled out a water-bottle for the poor man.

As Godric bent down over him, he closed his eyes for a moment, before feeling the gentle grib around his arms, as he got pulled up onto his unstable legs, that kept shaking like crazy. He looked up at Godric with the silver blue eyes like ocean foam, before he found himself sitting in Godric´s bed, as he got the duvet over himself, and couldnt help smile a little, as he heard Godric´s gentle yawn. " I´m sorry i woke you up so sudden.. ". He looked down a little, much less shaking than before, but still a little shocked, as he then followed Godric with his look. He smiled when Godric said he shouldnt apologize and that he had a nightmare, on top of the trauma he had experienced, and then he said his name.

His face lit up, as he smiled to Godric, before laying himself more at ease and comfort under the duvet, as he noticed that it was a one share. He didnt mind, since it was so big, but he would never quite get why people had one big duvet, instead of two?. He felt the gentle touch to his shoulder, the same as back then.. when they had been driving, how he had touch him there also. He couldnt help but blush over it, as he looked a little away from him, not because he was uncomfortable, but because it felt weird, as it was not something he was used to at all. When he got asked if he was thirsty, he looked over at him, before seeing him stand up, even when he hadnt answered him.

He smiled a little, as Godric came back with some water, before he took some of it, as he placed the bottle on the nightstand, before looking at Godric. " Can i.. sleep in here, with you.. ". He looked up at him, waiting to hear a reply, as the cat layed itself near his legs, almost as if saying, that he wasnt allowed to go, since it was near the edge Voodoo had layed itself. He smiled seeing it, before looking at Godric once again, as he laid down into the softness.. before feeling his eyes grow heavy.. as he slowly fell asleep not long after having said " Goodnight Godric ".

Godric gave a good shrug at another apologize falling out of Laurent's mouth. Man, he was really good at apologizing. He'd have to make sure the siren didn't have to do it quite as much.
"No biggie," he was way too tired to actually be well articulated at this point, going for slang instead of well-spoken words and French sentences to make Laurent feel better. Now that the adrenaline was gone he could just feel the exhaustion of banquets, robbers, and getting woken up with the biggest startle in almost his entire life-time. But he really wasn't angry at Laurent. Nightmares could be very cruel and uncomfortable, he knew that by own experience. After all, he got them every night himself.

It looked like Laurent was going to be sleeping in here, and even though Godric wanted to say that he didn't mind, he found it slightly awkward and he wasn't used to doing stuff like that either. He always slept alone or with just with Voodoo laying next to him, because he knew, sometimes his own nightmares could make him hostile in his sleep. He just hoped that wouldn't happen tonight, because after all was said and done.. He didn't want to hurt Laurent at all.
But there was nothing to do about it now. Laurent needed to sleep, so did Godric, so he just crawled into bed next to the French barista man, under det same duvet - because the bed only had one large one. "Yeah, make yourself comfortable," he spoke in the middle of another yawn as kept still, laying on his back, giving his phone a single glance before clapping his hands together so the room was darkened again. "Goodnight, Laurent," he was awake for a bit longer than the younger man, but very soon he also fell asleep.

Voodoo was happy about the result and at some point during the night it tip-toed its way up to Godric's neck to sleep on that specific spot. Voodoo had a tendency to do that.
When Godric awoke in the morning it was to added weight on his chest and legs. As he opened his sleepy eyes there was an arm draped over his chest, and he could feel it was a leg on top of his own legs under the duvet. Then he turned his head and was mildly shocked at seeing a face next to him. He'd forgotten that he had a visitor. The next thing he realized was that Laurent was really, really pale. He tried to sit up only to make a weird sound at the cat laying right on top of his throat. Of ccourse Voodoo moved after, so that Godric could take up the sleeping young man into his arms, carrying him to the connected bathroom. He let the shower get warm before entering, not caring of they both were wearing clothes. "You had better not be completely dried up," he muttered under his breath as warm water drizzled down both himself and Laurent. To say he was collected and calm would be a lie. He was barely even awake and now all his hair was in his face as the water made it wet.