After much fighting, and several dirty punches, Gabe got the items back, and the man ran off. He closed the door after the man, breathing a little heavy.
"You… you alright?" Gabe asked, looking over at Alex. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"
Alex was wide-eyed, and he shook his head a little, getting up and walking to Gabe. "I'm okay." he said softly. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Gabe said. He leaned against the door a little.
Alex swallowed. "Is…there anything I can do to help?" He asked slowly.
Gabe thought for a moment, then shrugged.
"Just gotta put everything back in order," he said.
Alex nodded a little. "I'll help." He said softly. "If you want."
"Okay then," Gabe said. He smiled a little at Alex, pushing himself off the door. "Thank you."
Alex nodded a little bit, and reached out to help Gabe.
Gabe handed Alex a few small things to put away. He started putting things back too.
Alex started to put them away, glancing over at Gabe every now and again.
Gabe glanced at Alex too, giving him a smile, even though there was barely any light.
Alex kept working, biting his lip and hoping no ghosts showed up and harassed him; he didn't want to collapse again.
Thankfully, none did. Gabe straightened up.
"Thanks," he said. He thought for a moment, then checked to make sure the door was locked again.
"You… Wanna come sleep on the bed? It's better than the chair."
Alex looked up at him, then nodded a little. "If…if you let me." He said softly, tugging on the cuffs of his shirt.
Gabe nodded.
"Then let's get back to bed. Hopefully nothing else will happen tonight."
Alex nodded a little. "Okay. Thank you." He said softly. In the scuffle, his journal had been knocked to the floor and lay there, open, the pages showing loose, shaky handwriting, some barely legible.
Gabe's foot bumped against the book, and he bent over and picked it up. He closed it, setting it on the table. He was still extremely curious, so he might check it out in the morning. He made his way to the bed, laying down and making room for Alex.
Alex got into the bed, snuggling down into the blankets and curling into a little ball. He closed his eyes tiredly.
Gabe made sure Alex was tucked in nicely before settling down as close as he dared. It wasn't a big bed, though, so they were still quite close.
"Good night," he said, closing his eyes.
"G' night." Alex murmured in reply, still curled contentedly on his side.
Gabe snuggled down, falling asleep.
(Time skip?)
(sure. To morning?)
(sure)
(kk. Want me to do it, or do you want to?)
(I can do it)
Gabe woke up early the next morning, yawning quietly. He sat up, careful not to pull the blankets off of Alex.
(kk)
Alex had, at some point in the night, cuddled up to Gabe, though he didn't wake up when Gabe awoke. He simply let out a sleepy sound at the loss of Gabe's warmth.
Gabe looked down at Alex, lightly brushing some hair out of his face and tucking him in more. Hopefully, Alex wouldn't have an episode today.
Alex kept sleeping, eyes shut. He unconsciously leaned into Gabe's hand, still sleeping.
Gabe was a bit surprised, but smiled softly and patted Alex's head softly. He left his hand there for a moment more.
The journal was still sitting on the bedside table, closed, right where Gabe had put it the night before. Alex kept sleeping, cuddled in the blankets.