Reid
Tired friend
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Reid was tired.
The drummer was facing another restless night, with his dark eyes glued to the blank ceiling above his bed. The only thing that lit him was the faint city lights that were filtering through his windows, leaving him both metaphorically and literally stuck in the darkness of his mind and the night.
His own self-hatred and doubts had clouded his mind, leaving him unable to close his eyes. Echoes of the past mocked him, repeating spite-filled words that had burrowed themselves deep within his heart.
It wasn't until the clock had hit 2:30 am that he decided enough was enough, and that he needed some help.
Quietly, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cold floor of his room. He sat at the edge of his bed for a moment with his hands running through his raven hair. Groans escaped his lips as he tried to get his mind together.
As he sat there in the dark, one face popped into his mind, Honey, the only person that he found any sense of comfort in. Now locked onto that thought, he got up from the bed and stumbled down the hall to where their room was.
His expression read as tired and annoyed when he opened the door to Honey's room. His dark eyes scanned the room, checking to see if they were in bed. When his eyes landed on their sleeping form, a small sigh escaped his lips and he made his way over to them.
Wordlessly, he crawled into Honey's bed and wrapped his arms around them. His face buried itself on their stomach and he clung to them like a tired koala. The only thing he said in reference to their current position was,
Don't move.