“Was it...ok? Do you feel any better now?” Sasha said, awkwardly fidgeting with his fingernails and looking away from Miru.

“Yes...it actually felt a little bit...good...thank you.” Miru said quietly.

“Anything for my friend.” Smiled Sasha, “I’ll go get you a fresh pair of underwear.” Sasha ducked out of the room, feeling shocked. What did they just do? Well technically Sasha didn’t do anything but... help another man get off. He wouldn’t have done that for anyone other than Miru.

He returned to the bathroom, handing Miru the new pair of boxers, which the boy quickly changed into.

Miru was suddenly very quiet. It worried Sasha, but Miru didn’t seem upset at all, just pensive.

There was a lot they needed to talk about now, but Sasha figured it could wait a little bit. Miru brushed his teeth with his new toothbrush and borrowed Sasha’s comb for his hair. He dressed in the pajamas Sasha bought for him, and looked gorgeous. Sasha admired Mirus flawless skin, combed hair, and how cuddly his small frame looked in the oversized flannel pajamas.

“You look tired,” remarked Sasha, noticing Mirus glossy, half lidded eyes. “Let’s head to bed.”

“Ok.” Yawned Miru, following Miru out of the bathroom. “Sasha? We need to talk, don’t we?” Miru murmured. Sasha nodded.

“Yeah, we do...but we don’t have to right now. It’s late.”

“Um...I wanted to ask you- well, tell you...I don’t want to sleep alone.” Miru whispered.

“I’ll sleep in your room with you if you want me to.” Offered Sasha.

“Pleas do? At night I worry someone is suddenly going to come in and...” Miru trailed off, shuddering and unable to finish his sentence. Sasha recognized it was PTSD.

“I’ll keep you safe.” He promised Miru.