A huge yawn interrupted her attempt to respond. Rubbing at her forehead and swallowing another yawn, she nodded. “You should go back to bed, then. At least winter break will give me a few days to figure out how this is supposed to work.” Getting up from the stairs, she went back down, digging out a bottle of painkillers and a soda from the cabinets of her tiny kitchen and mumbling, “Gotta find a way to make that couch more comfortable … “
“No, you take the bed. I’m used to sleeping on a sofa, honestly I’ll be fine here,” he insisted, taking a seat on the seat. It wasn’t too bad, far better than the forest floor he’d been sleeping on for the past few days. He tried to stay calm, convince himself he was safe, but he just couldn’t. He knew it was inevitable that he’d be having a nightmare or two tonight… The omega rearranged the bedding to get himself comfy, smiling up at Summer. “Thanks again,” he whispered softly.
She started to object, but the only thing that got out of her mouth was a chopped off sound of negation before he had snuggled his long self down into the cushions. “Isaac,” she said, putting her hands on her hips, “this is not what I meant.”