I stroke the flutterbug's hair while he sleeps. I'm not sure what I hate more about his nightmares; the fact it makes him disregard my Haphephobia or the fact he's genuinly terrified every time. And Carlo's death hasn't helped ither... I continue watching my videos.

I like these videos with these adorable cats called Cole and Marmalade. I wish I had some cats too but it's impractical for me. If anyone touches me I punch them. Except Shrig. It's almost like he has some weird magic that makes you want to hug him... or in my case, just be slightly discomforted at contact.

He shifts in his sleep, somehow managing to rest his head in on place in particular. Why me? Why does he always come crying to me? I mean, really? On of the ONLY , openly, gay people here?

I sigh and adjust my position so his head is on my chest and continue stroking his hair. I wonder how Paige will tease me tomorrow. It would be crule of me to take him back to his room and Paige always wakes everyone up when Tony gets her up.

I want to grieve over Carlo but I know Roy won't care and tell us to stop moping. Insensitive basterd.

A squeak come from the small bugs lips and his grip tightens

"Shhh shh shh...it's ok, I'm here..." he wakes with a jolt and buries his head into my chest, sobbing. I cringe, becoming uncomfortable with how wet my only vest is getting.

"Shrig... it's ok" I wipe away the tears with my thumbs.

"Its not fair" his voice cracks, causing the sensation in my heart. "Why were we brought here? Why do only I have nightmares? Why does everyone...hate me?"

"I don't hate you..."

"But you laugh at me!"

"Shrig, we're all from different timezones, remember? In mine, we insult our enemies and insult our friends worse. We laugh if they fall down untill we realise it's serious. It's just a default reaction for me to laugh. And I did shout Paige to rescue you, didn't I?" He slowly nods, sniffling . He rests his head on my chest again.

"...you're vests wet, sorry..."

"It's fine..."

"No it's not you'll catch your death of cold!"

"Shrig I'm fi-"

"No. It's not. And I know you're gonna give the ' I have no other vests' excuse..." I literally freeze as he pulls of my vest and replaces it with his nightshirt, leaving himself shirtless instead.

"S-Shrig! "

"No. No giving it back." He pouts.

"...fine..."