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A loud thunder wakes Marcus up in the middle of the night and it takes him a few seconds to sit down and blink out of his dream. He’s always been afraid of the storms, ever since he was a little kid, his only irrational fear among the many others he’s got by the efforts of the society he lives in. The lightning illuminates the room and he remembers where he is, in the tiny apartment above Cozy Corner where he fell asleep, exhausted after a day at the office surrounded by very white and extremely homophobic people. He fell asleep in Frankie’s bed, which still smelled like him, while Stormé was still singing downstairs.
The anxious whisper inside Marcus’s head tells him to go home, but the sound of the pouring rain makes him dread going outside.
“Hey, are you okay, baby?” he hears at his left and he turns to look at Frankie right before another thunder makes him shudder.
“Sorry. I rarely sleep well during thunderstorms.”
“Come here,” Frankie opens his arms and Marcus lets himself be wrapped by them, lets a feeling of safety slowly fill him up until everything he hears is beating of Frankie’s heart.
“My mom used to sing me when I was afraid,” he mumbles in Frankie’s neck.
“I can sing.”
The storm doesn’t sound so ominous anymore, when it is just a part of the melody that accompanies Frankie’s voice, singing a lullaby. He’s beautiful, the thought is clear as a day before Marcus is falling into the depths of his dreams again.