Francescu wakes from a nightmare, grabbing at power.
He pauses while reality floods back into his consciousness; no attackers, no threats, just a quiet, steady sobbing from the other room. His experience tells him it is another nightmare. Ken is murmuring something, gently, but Omi continues to cry.
Francescu sits up and hugs his knees. Ken is there,
he thinks. They will be fine.
But the sobbing continues. He hesitates as he gets out of bed; as he stands at the doorway of Ken's bedroom; at the edge of the bed, with two figures just visible in the light making its way through the curtain.
But he sits. "Omi," he says, as gently as he can.
Omi's hand reaches out and pulls him into the bed, so suddenly and violently he is shocked. Omi murmurs something unintelligible and throws his arms around Francescu. Francescu reaches out tentatively and strokes Omi's hair.
"Thank you," Omi whispers to him.
Ken puts a hand on Francescu's shoulder, and Francescu shifts closer to them both, tightening his embrace.
"Thanks," Ken whispers, and Francescu nods his head. When he knows Omi's asleep he moves to rise; Ken's hand stops him. "He'll want you to stay."
"All right," Francescu says, taking Ken's fingers in his.