“Come to you? Tony mentioned it was complicated…and he was very vague… If you think it’s necessary that I come there…I’m sure I can work something out. I don’t have my full schedule with me though.” Wes yawned again, before continuing. “Why don’t I call you back… I’m guessing you aren’t on daylight hours… How about I call around say 7pm?”
“That works.”
Wes murmured a sleepy sounding goodbye and hung up.
“So, he will be coming here?” Foxx sighed. “That's one more person who will know your secret…”
“He won’t tell anyone. The man didn’t even say shit when I talked about possibly killing Iggy.”
“Which legally he should have,” Foxx drawled.
Harlow snorted. “He’s not seeing melegally. I mean, he’s seeing me, but there is no paper trail, so…”
“Ah…” The vampire sighed again, before laying back down, his head resting on Harlow’s chest.
Smiling, he pulled the man more firmly against him.
“If you try to sneakily bite me as we snuggle, I will hurt you, old man!” Foxx hissed.
He chuckled. “Noted.”
Harlow closed his eyes, intending to sleep, when Foxx suddenly pulled away from him, crying out, “YOU DID IT AGAIN!” That was his cue to keep his eyes the fuck closed.
“Harlow, you bastard! You are not getting out of this conversationagain!”
Harlow kept his eyes closed, even as Foxx started to shake him and rant away.
Foxx’s eyes snapped open,he was gasping for air while his body shook. Sobbing softly, he clung to Harlow’s shirt as tears slipped down his cheeks.
“Shh, Foxx, it’s okay. It was just a dream,” Harlow murmured sleepily, while the man ran a hand up and down his back.
Foxx just held on, crying, as time passed slowly, the dhampir continuing to ramble reassurances. His tears slowing, he hesitantly said, “S-sometimes…i-it…” he hiccupped, “Feels like…they are g-getting worse.”
“Was this one like the last one you told me about? Back on that platform?”
“It started off that way…but then I was…in that ranch-style house. You…were there…but…” Foxx let out a shuddered breath. “You were dead…”
Harlow smoothed his hand over his hair, before pressing a kiss to Foxx’s forehead. “I’m alive and well. I’d rather not be the cause of your nightmares, Foxx.”
He sniffled. “Sorry… Sorry for waking you up.”
“Don’t apologize. Never apologize to me for something like this.” Harlow cupped his face, his thumbs roughly brushing away his tears. The man opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to hesitate, before finally saying, “Maybe…you could start talking to Wes too?”
Foxx blinked. “What?”
“I mean…itcouldhelp?” Harlow said, though the way he said it sounded as if he was asking a question, rather than stating something.
“Does it help you?” he asked softly.
“Fuck if I know.” The man sighed. “But then, I’m not normal. Well, no, I’m dhampir normal, but not…normal, normal.”
Foxx snorted.
“But maybe it will help you. And perhaps it has helped me. I mean, instead of running off to kill Iggy, I called Wes. I even held back and waited a full day to see him.”
“Ahh…poor Iggy was about to die when he’d already been turned down. But like, let’s be real. You’d never kill Iggy outright… You’d plan it first.”
Harlow smirked. “That I would, brat, that I would.”
