Harry had been gently rubbing Theo’s back for the better part of an hour before his breathing pattern finally indicated he’d fallen asleep. Harry was no stranger to insomnia, so he’d spent many nights in this bed, staring at the inky black ceiling above Theo’s bed listening to him breathe. Under normal circumstances, Theo would be deep asleep the moment he laid his head on the pillow, or generally any surface for a little too long, but unsurprisingly he had also struggled to fall asleep tonight. 