you don't own me ❄ open, nightmare

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob hadn't been asleep but that wasn't anything new. These days it was more likely for Jacob to stay up all night than it was for him to sleep peacefully for even a few minutes. Jacob had complex feelings about what'd happened in Typhoon. He hadn't forgiven Guru and he still believed she was awful. She'd tortured him and made his nightmares and hallucinations, which had nearly been gone, come back to full force. Yet at the same time the though of that place brought him comfort because of how Pincher had taken care of him for the following week. He'd seen every awful anxiety attack and every night terror and every hallucination. Pincher knew more about him than anyone in Snowbound did, not including Jerseyboy. It was strange and uncomfortable yet somehow comforting at the same time. On one hand, Pincher didn't have any expectationsfor him. He knew the worst that Jacob could offer and he still talked to him. He hadn't even flinched when he saw his scars. Jacob was sure he'd only hidden his reaction but it had stil been nice to see someone look at him without an ounce of sympathy or disgust. Whatever his feelings, they didn't change the fact he was still awake, watching over his son. He'd only turned his back for a moment when he suddenly heard the boy crying out.

He rushed to the boy and wrapped his paws around him, trying to bring him close. He noticed that he'd taken another one of the sweaters but he didn't mind. He found Harry's recent sweater stealing streak to be rather adorable and, besides, this obviously wasn't a good time to scold him even if planned on doing it. "Don' worry, cucciolo, 'm right here. I ain't leavin' ya'. It was jus' a bad dream, tha's all. Dreams can't hurt ya' none," he assured the boy with gentle tones. He knew he should listen to his own words. Half the time he woke up sweating and crying. He was thankful that hadn't happened so far with Harrison around. He wasn't sure what he'd do when his son eventually had to witness him in such a state. Jacob knew better than anyone that dreams could hurt you but only if you let them or if they stuck around long enough to feel more like reality than fantasy. His little Harry didn't need to know that, though. He didn't need to know how frightening they could be and how his Pa was plagued by them. Maybe when he was older but not now. For now dreams couldn't hurt him and Jacob would protect him from everything that came his way. That was all that was important. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

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