Vienna didn't sleep much. There was usually too much on the girls mind.

But that particular night she was sleeping pretty well, until a kick in the side woke her up.

The girl's blue eyes shot open and she sat upward on the couch she was sitting on earlier, the couch she accidentally fell asleep on. Next to Dexter.

Vienna squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in the cushions, but curses and cries came from next to her, from Dexter, to be exact.

"Do you always cry in your sleep?" She recalls saying to him the day she met him.

She threw a blanket over her head, but for some reason she found that she could just not ignore his rattled mumbling of gibberish and apologies.

The girl throws the blankets off of her and turns over towards him with her arms out, ready to catch his flailing arms so that he doesn't end up hit her in the face. Once she had a grip on both of the brunette's wrists, she pins them to his side for his own good. He's strong, but not strong enough.

Carefully, Vienna wraps and arm around his frame and lays down next to him on the old couch. Slowly she plays with his hair, letting her long fingers intertwine with his dark brown bangs. Slowly, softly.

"It's fine." She whispers. "You're fine."

Dexter slowly turns head head towards Vienna- eyes still shut- and mutters something inaudible.

Vienna leans in a little closer to the guy.

"Dex?" She whispers as she traces her long fingers down his face, following the path of his tears. "Why are you crying?"

Dexter doesn't say anything. The only thing she gets from him is him reaching out and pulling her close.

For once, Vienna doesn't mind.

Dexter squeezes his eyes shut even more and lets out some light cursing.

"You awake, Dex?"

Dexter squeezes her a little tighter and buries his face in the crook of her neck. Vienna takes this as a no and wraps her arms around him and tries to fall back asleep.

Keyword being tries.