|Terry sits up quietly, trying not to wake anyone up. It’s too dark for him, he can’t even see his own hand in front of his face, and it’s too quiet. He’s not used to this, it’s only been a month since he moved to America, and he still isn’t used to sleeping in his own bed at home, let alone another new one here. It’s way too unsettling for him, and the sounds of the woods make him more fearful. Slowly, he gets up, and climbs the ladder to Damon’s bunk, grabbing his shoulder and shaking it.|
"Can I…sleep with you..? It’s cold and….scary…"
..Of course :)
|Damon moves to the side.|
"Tapadh leat…oidhche mhath”
|He snuggles up to his brother, feeling safer against someone more familiar than his surroundings. They fall asleep soon after.|