Becoming the Luna

Walking with a sleepy Dale is like walking with a drunk person and he hoped that the Alpha wouldn't get drunk in general, if his mere sleepy state was this bad, he couldn't imagine how bad it would be when he got drunk.

There were advantages to living all alone on the fourth floor, creepy as it seemed, it meant no one was here to see him struggle with Dale's bigger form.

He had half the mind to just let Dale drop to the ground and start to roll him down the hallway… what? He was exhausted too.

But somehow he managed the trip to Dale's apartment, relieved that he at least knew where to go, the door was unlocked to Dream's chagrin… he would scold the Alpha again as soon as he was lucid enough to understand his harsh words.

He pushes open the door, locking it from within on instinct and continuing his lumbering journey to the Alpha's bedroom, he just makes a wild guess.

It also helps that the two Pack House's were designed similarly.

He lets Dale drop to the bed with no ceremony whatsoever, patting himself on the back for being nice enough to take the other's shoes off.

As soon as he's all done, he's already making quick his escape, already fantasizing how cool his sheets would be when Dale snags his waist with a thrown out hand.

"Oof!" Dream huffs out on an expelled breath, his blood pressure shooting off the roof. "Of all the…" he starts to rage, pissed off.

"Please stay?" Dale implores softly and all his anger falls away like paper soldiers.

"W-What?" He splutters, his resolve already weakening.

Dale takes his hand away now that he had the Omega's attention, he knew now without a doubt now that Dream was the reason he slept so well, he didn't question this, it had happened before with Hayden, he only wonders how lucky he is to get a second chance.

"If you go, I can't sleep." He says steadily, all sleepiness gone from his demeanor.

Dream just blinks in stunned confusion, unable to make heads or tails of the current situation. "Then how do you sleep when I'm not around?" He demands skeptically.

Dale shrugs, unbelievably lucid. "I don't."

This makes Dream clamps his mouth shut, it would explain a lot of confusing situations, that didn't mean that this one was self explanatory though but he wasn't about to address it this night.

"Fine." He accepts with a sigh. "For the record, I'm working overtime and I'm stealing your clothes." He tries to say sternly but it doesn't give the desired impact.

He tries really hard to ignore how Dale's eyes light up at his decision to stay and unbelievably, the Alpha's eyelids start to grow heavy again like whatever strange part of his brain that demanded Dream's presence to rest was finally satisfied.

He makes quick work of showering, trying to not ogle at Dale's belongings like some creep, he hopes this wouldn't become a usual occurrence.

Even as he hoped that, a tiny hidden part of his was already picturing Dale's bathroom with his things in it, his toothbrush in the canister, toiletries on the glass shelves… What could he say? He was a bad liar, especially to himself.

He forces himself to not be picky about clothing, grabbing a random shirt, he could fold his PJs in that very cute drawer over ther… he cut short the intruding thought before it could take root and plague him.

He trudges back to the bed, praying under his breath that his annoying older brother didn't decide to be weird and go snooping around because this is going to be a little hard to explain to anyone, much less his impossible older brother.

He curls up on the bed, facing away from Dale and snuggling deeply into the covers, the sheets were cool and this was enough to lull him to sleep.

He had his whole life ahead of him now, where he would be responsible for his own actions and make his own decisions.

•~•

"Goodnight Yani." Hayden mutters to his friend, cheeks pale and eyes distant.

Yanis doesn't overthink it this time, pulling Hayden's considerably smaller and more fragile figure into his arms. "Bonne nuit, Minou." He responds, slipping to his mother language as he did whenever he was worried sick about something or someone.

"I'll be fine, okay?" Hayden places a hand on his cheek, giving him a shaky smile which does nothing to dispel his gloom but he knows he should give his best friend a little more credit.

"Okay." Yanis nods, cradling one of Hayden's hands in his to bring it up to his lips for a soft kiss.

Tomorrow would determine his actions, if his Minou was still miserable, leader of Werewolves be damned, bones were getting broken.

He finally steps back and turns away first, cursing as he makes his way to his room in the dim darkness.

He had no motivation to put on the lights, just to put them off again, good thing he had showered before dinner because that meant he could just go ahead and fall asleep.

Coming to pay Hayden a visit and choose to stay was the best decision he had ever made and although while they were growing up he never seemed to be there for Hayden but this time around he would put in the effort.

He would watch out for his precious friend, maybe he should have taken him up on the offer of living with them.

Then he could keep his eyes on his little kitty every moment of the day and he could retaliate to Virgil at the point of offense.

But no, that would never work, there was no telling when he would snap and poison Virgil's drink or push him off the balcony.

He wasn't usually this violent, he rolls to the side of his bed again, unsurprisingly unable to sleep, he just didn't like to see Hayden cry.