Hunter woke up alone. Squinting at his alarm clock, he came to the conclusion he shouldn't be. Pulling the cover around himself like a cloak, he made his way towards the living room. As soon as he opened the bedroom door he could see the flickering light from the TV.

"Bas, it's three in the morning," Hunter said, choking a yawn.

"I know." Sebastian sat huddled in a corner of the couch. He looked like a little fragile kid, hair a mess and red rimmed eyes.

"Dreams?" Hunter sat down beside him, draping the cover around them both. Hunter had lived in Sebastian's apartment for a month, ever since he came home from the hospital. He'd begun his new work three days ago, not liking being away from Sebastian, but his husband had insisted he'd take the opportunity. Sebastian, on the other hand, had quit his job, never really liking it in the first place. Samuel had left him a large sum, and he'd decided he needed a break, living off his inheritance while getting himself back together.

"Never went to sleep," Sebastian said tonelessly, eyes never leaving the screen, body not relaxing. Hunter scooted back, taking Sebastian with him, until Sebastian was laying half on top of him, head on his chest, Hunter's hand gently stroking his back.

"You could have woken me," he said softly.

"You have work in the morning. I'm fine." Sebastian snuggled into his chest, finally relaxing a bit. Hunter began playing with his hair. He loved to feel him breathe, each breath a reminder he was alive. Still there. Sometimes Hunter needed that confirmation, waking up in a panic in the middle of the night, turning on the lights just to watch him move about in his sleep. Reaching for him just because he still can.

"You watching Father's day again," Hunter said, more a statement than a question.

"Yeah."

Sebastian had been obsessed with the Doctor Who-episode since he came back home. Hunter guessed it was his way of dealing with losing his dad, or with everything really. The comfort of watching something familiar, and in this case, the comfort of crying together with Rose as she loses her father, helped Sebastian cope with his own grief. So many things had happened at once, but he was slowly becoming more like his old self every day.

The episode was nearing its end. Sebastian's breath hitched a bit as Mr Tyler ran out of the church, Hunter scooted down a bit more so he could hug him properly to him, pressing a kiss to his hair. He held him while he cried, clutching Hunter, the episode ending and the next one beginning.

"I miss him, Hunt," he sobbed wetly against Hunter's chest.

"I know. Me too," Hunter said softly.

"I'm glad he wasn't alone." Hunter didn't answer, just held him tighter. Mr Puss came padding across the room. He'd put on a lot of weight lately, Sebastian swore he was innocent of feeding him junk. Hunter was rather sceptical about the amount of truth in that statement.

The cat clumsily jumped up on the couch, walking on Sebastian's legs and across his back to buff his head against Hunter's hand. Sebastian snorted. "Glad I could be of service as your floor, sir," he said sarcastically to the cat. Mr Puss clawed him lovingly on the back, making himself comfortable, before curling up. "I guess we're not going back to bed then," Sebastian muttered. Hunter rolled his eyes, picking up the cat, letting him down on the floor.

"Come on." He led Sebastian back to bed and curled up around him, feeling the calming rhythm of his heart beats, listening to him breathing.