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"Scott."
Isaac's voice was soft; just barely above a whisper as he stood beside Scott's bed in the middle of the night after having a bad dream, almost desperate to wake up the other teenager. "Scott, wake up."
"Mmph, what?" Scott asked, rolling over onto his side to look at him. "It's the middle of the night, dude. Go back to bed."
"I can't. I had a bad dream," Isaac said, glancing from him to the empty space that wasn't being occupied by the other's body and back again. "Please Scott?"
Sighing, Scott moved a little and Isaac slipped under the covers next to him. "Was it the freezer dream again?"
"Yeah." A moment went by before speaking again. "Scott?"
"What?"
"Hold me?"
Without another word, Scott moved to drape an arm around him, holding him close, waiting until he drifted back off to sleep before going back himself.