[Dave arranges the blanket fussily so they're both fully covered, fully protected. He's old enough to know monsters both are and aren't real; and he doesn't understand, not consciously, but something in him knows that sometimes the ones that aren't are the ones that are scarier.
Blankets and lights only help against the latter, but they do help.
He leans back against the wall, and then sighs and rests against her arm, a little ball of warmth and fluffy hair.]
Hutch, k-keep watch, okay?
[The Umbreon looks at them, blinks slowly in acknowledgement, and turns to face the hall, a silent sentinel.]
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Blankets and lights only help against the latter, but they do help.
He leans back against the wall, and then sighs and rests against her arm, a little ball of warmth and fluffy hair.]
Hutch, k-keep watch, okay?
[The Umbreon looks at them, blinks slowly in acknowledgement, and turns to face the hall, a silent sentinel.]