Zach wakes up, panting and bathing in sweat. Sitting up shakily, he turns to look at the clock on his nightstand. Three A.M. "Great" he groans. What was that, though? Oh no, please no. "Gray, I'm coming!".
A few seconds later, he's knocking at the door to his little brother's room. He gets no response. The only sound his ears are able to pick is a faint whimpering of sorts.
When he's through the door to Gray's bedroom, said boy is laying in his bed, his small body shaking with barely suppressed sobs.
"Gray? Hey, buddy!" gentle hands are stroking unruly, but soft, oh so soft curls, before moving in a soothing manner down a shaking (but, at his touch, calming somewhat) back.
Finally, he is rewarded with a face glittering with unshead and newly shead tears.
The moonlight spreading through the curtains and over those pure, innocent features, making his little brother looking even more pale than usual. Fucking gorgeous. Wait, what?!
Gray turns so that he is lying on his back