Wes/Warly (The curse of night terrors)
Wes tossed and turned on his bedroll, tears running down his cheeks. The mime had been suffering from night terrors for weeks now, with the constantly fluctuating sanity, how hungry he's always been, and the horrors he's seen while adventuring, it's been hard. Especially since he can't talk about it to anybody. He was the camp problem, as he felt. he ate more than the others, he couldn't fight, and he didn't even speak. Yes he knew sign, but the others hardly knew any. Aside from one.. Warly. He managed to learn French and American sign for his partner.
Wes sat up with a silent yelp, wrapping his arms around himself as he sobbed. His body shook as he cried, his tent flaps closed so nobody could see him weep. Earlier that day he said he would go take a nap, since he wasn't feeling the best. Soon though, a familiar, comforting smell filled the air. Warly made meatballs for everyone. His stomach growled, but he didn't want to leave the tent. With him not having his makeup on, his red, puffy eyes from crying, and just how disheveled he looked. He didn't want the others to see him like this.
Warly opened the tent flaps, oven mitt on one hand as he carried a hot bowl of meatballs. "Mon amour? Are you alright?" He asked, setting the bowl down and sitting across from the mime. "What happened? You look like you were crying.."
The mime sighed, signing to his partner. "I had a nightmare.. I didn't want you to worry about me so I didn't leave the tent. Plus, with how I look right now, everyone would ask questions"
"Love, that's nothing to worry about" He cupped Wes's cheek, gently wiping a tear away with his thumb. "I promise you, you won't bother me if you come to me for help. That's what I'm here for" He smiled softly. "When would I ever judge you for having a nightmare? Or crying? You know how I can get, we're both emotional, and we're both human. You don't have to be afraid to ask for help" Warly then put the bowl in Wes's gloved hands. "Now eat up before it gets cold, okay?"
"But what about the others? Did they eat too?" Wes signed, before getting interrupted. "Cher, I made sure there was enough for everyone's appetites. Everyone got to eat, and I made sure there was enough for you to be full as well." Warly kissed his forehead, making the mime blush softly. "Now eat up, and we can cuddle for the rest of the night"
After the meal, Wes laid back on the bedroll, Warly spooning him. He looked out the tiny crack in the tent flaps, seeing the moon shining brightly down on them. He smiled softly, closing his eyes and falling asleep. Tomorrow will be better. He thought. Because I have Warly with me.