jared woke up in a cold sweat.

he doesn't often remember his dreams, but those he does are scary ones, the ones that leave him like this, sweating and crying and wanting someone to tell him how much they love him. which he doesn't admit, because only losers cry. and he is no loser.

so when he gets into the shower that morning, groggy and sad, he definitely doesn't cry when the first contact he's had from his mate in six years washes away.

(short and crappy because i have five exams in the next week)