Tonight he had actually been attempting sleep, only to be woken by the nightmares. Actually he hadn't been woken by the nightmares. He'd been woken by a cold worried nose, and soft whining that came as he'd stood outside the little house, ready to walk off into who knows what area of the city.
So he was sitting in a t-shirt and boxers, wrapped in a blanket from his bed. His hair was damp from sweat, the curls plastered down against his forehead. He was drinking from a glass with one hand, the other rubbing approvingly on the little collie mix who sat worriedly at his feet with her muzzle on his knee.
It was the dog who picked up on James' presence first and her reaction was immediate. Turning away from Will, she padded to a point about halfway between Will and the window, hackles coming up as she bared her teeth and flattened her normally pert ears.
She didn't bark. Dogs who meant business didn't bark, unless they were alarmed. This little girl wasn't alarmed, she was prepared.
Her actions earned a bemused blink from Will, before his foggy head caught up with window and he moved to lever himself out of the chair. Coming up beside the dog, he kneeled down and gently soothed her with pets and reassurance, waiting until she sat at his command before he called out.
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Tonight he had actually been attempting sleep, only to be woken by the nightmares. Actually he hadn't been woken by the nightmares. He'd been woken by a cold worried nose, and soft whining that came as he'd stood outside the little house, ready to walk off into who knows what area of the city.
So he was sitting in a t-shirt and boxers, wrapped in a blanket from his bed. His hair was damp from sweat, the curls plastered down against his forehead. He was drinking from a glass with one hand, the other rubbing approvingly on the little collie mix who sat worriedly at his feet with her muzzle on his knee.
It was the dog who picked up on James' presence first and her reaction was immediate. Turning away from Will, she padded to a point about halfway between Will and the window, hackles coming up as she bared her teeth and flattened her normally pert ears.
She didn't bark. Dogs who meant business didn't bark, unless they were alarmed. This little girl wasn't alarmed, she was prepared.
Her actions earned a bemused blink from Will, before his foggy head caught up with window and he moved to lever himself out of the chair. Coming up beside the dog, he kneeled down and gently soothed her with pets and reassurance, waiting until she sat at his command before he called out.
"Come in, James. It's alright."