For over a week Jacks had been having night terrors again, and last night had been one of the worst yet. He’d cried late into the night that he was being good and to please not send him away. It broke Carter’s heart to fucking pieces, thinking his little brother still didn’t feel safe after everything he’d tried to do. Carter stayed up with him, holding his shaking body, reassuring him that they’d always be together and nothing and no one would ever come between them. Ever. Only reverting to their routine of three years earlier when Jacks had first come to live with him and Carter singing him lullabies had settled him down to sleep. Once Jacks stayed asleep, and for the rest of the week, Carter had made up a makeshift bed on the floor to stay with him and watch over him while he slept. He’d catch a quick catnap but nowhere near a full night’s rest. Although he’d rarely had a peaceful night of sleep, this arrangement began to wear on his nerves, and he longed for his time with Reed in their private haven.
