Harry looked up into Dream’s blue eyes and hated for a moment that they weren’t green. Theo used to do this sometimes when Harry was beside himself with worry and terror. He’d pull him in and stroke his hair while Harry broke down. The fear spilt from his lips in an endless waterfall of words. He would listen and stroke his hair and kiss his head until Harry was spent with it. Then when Harry felt completely empty, he would slowly kiss his neck and body until Harry was burning with need, and then they fucked frantically, wherever they were grasping each other in the dark.