The Soldier

Four

By morning, Simon and John were awake in the early morning. Simon wanted to check on the chickens while John just didn’t want to leave his side. It wasn’t really easy to get the hyperman out of bed, but they both managed in the end. It was about nine am when they found themselves settled at the dining table, enjoying each other's company and the silence. John had been there for a while, just watching the snow start to fall out the window. Simon finally joined him with a mug of hot tea in his gloved hands. He didn’t wear his mask currently, just being too tired to wear any form right this moment.

“ They sleep through the night?” Simon asked suddenly as he set the mug silently onto the wooden surface. After he sat down next to his barely awake partner.

“ Hmm?” John mumbled as he turned his attention to him. His hands were wrapped around the hot coffee mug placed in them. He was hunched over it, clinging to the warmth he missed from their bed.

“ Y/N, they still up there?” Simon repeated without missing a beat. A smile twitched onto his scarred lips from how cute his sleepy partner was.

“ Yeah,” John sighed heavily, “ They didn’t even try to run away.”

“ Interesting,” he replied, watching as the shorter about fell asleep trying to take a drink of coffee. “ Go wake him, I’ll start breakfast love,” he suddenly spoke as he stood up from the table.

“ You don’t need to do that Si, it’s my turn to make it,” he quickly argued.

“ Hush, you’re barely awake and I’m starving. No go,” Simon chuckled and shook his head. He scooped up his tea mug and disappeared into the kitchen after.

John huffed but knew he was right. Plus he was getting hungry too. After taking a few more sips of his coffee, he got up from the table. He shuffled upstairs and off to your bedroom. He gave a small knock, noticing how the door slid open from the action.

“ Y/N?” he called. When he got no answer, he decided he would need to do more to wake you.

He had thought that Simon closed the door, but in the end, he just figured that he was mistaken or something. He pushed the door open some more, stepping into the room and towards the bed. The first thing he noticed was how you were curled up around one of the larger pillows. You were clinging to it, face buried into it and squeezing it tight. It was cute. He almost didn’t want to disturb you. However, he was more worried about you messing up your sleep schedule. He gently shook your shoulder.

“ Y/N, you need to wake up, it's nine am,” he huffed out softly.

Your back was to the door now, blocking John from seeing your face. Even when he had come closer you buried your face into the pillow, more so as he tried to wake you. You had been awake for a while, having watched the sunrise. You cried, not that you would ever tell anyone. Sometimes, you just wake up feeling so strange. Usually, it resulted in you crying, especially when you remembered the images of those happy families in movies and shows, and on the streets too.

“ Don’t want to,” you muffled out from the pillow. You shifted to press more weight into the said pillow.

John shifted a bit closer, a heavy sigh escaping him.

“ That’s not a choice, we’re not here to let you sit in bed all day. If we let you do that every day, we’d just be spoiling you like royalty,” he argued with a huff. In reality, neither man wanted you to do that because they were worried it’d be feeding into your depression. “ Come on, up, and get some food.”