[ she comes home and finds him on her couch, leans against the doorway to the den and just... smiles. in sleep raleigh looks younger, the cares chased away by peace and the lack of dreams. it's not always the case, because sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night because a nightmare has him held fast and the raggedness of his breathing puts her on edge. on those nights she curls up at his side, her mouth pressed to the underside of his ear as she holds on because it is all she can do when she feels powerless to draw him back, to remind him raleigh, it's okay, you're safe, you're here with me.
but here, like this, she just watches the rise and fall of his chest to the sound of a goal scored, commentators remarking on the pass, the assist, the execution of the play.
she crosses over to him a short while after, carefully reaches down to lift his hand from the bowl of popcorn still sitting on the floor. ]
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but here, like this, she just watches the rise and fall of his chest to the sound of a goal scored, commentators remarking on the pass, the assist, the execution of the play.
she crosses over to him a short while after, carefully reaches down to lift his hand from the bowl of popcorn still sitting on the floor. ]