At first, Deacon had not been sure what had awakened in him. So he had just stayed as he was, blinking in the darkness, waiting for whatever it was. Be it a noise or perhaps an unexpected rainstorm making itself known from the outside. But when several long minutes had passed and there had been nothing, he had begun to wonder if perhaps he had just woken up for no reason at all.
But then he had felt Slater's fingers brush against his own. Her intent to hold his hand clear. Even so, Deacon had seen it best to ask, which brought them to the moment that they were currently in. The silence stretching between them was now bordering on being awkward, yet still Slater did not say anything.
"Slater, I asked what you were doing,"
Again, there was more silence. Just when he was about to chalk the whole thing up to her moving in her sleep, he heard an almost sob from her end. When she finally did speak, her voice was a trembling whisper.
