Dylin's PoV

Monday was upon us quickly, and I was on basic training duty for our new guard. Since Scott had done the recordings that Boss wanted, he opted out of having to train the new guard, too. He murmured a quick apology as he left the building after we closed up and cleaned up. So I was stuck in the office, waiting for the nightwatch so I could show them how everything was done so I could get the hell outta here. I glanced at the watch Scott got me for our third anniversary, cursing out the nightwatch in my head.

Puffed breaths and hurried footsteps resounded through the building, making their way towards the office. Black hair and cobalt eyes rounded the corner into the office. "I'm late!" I nodded resolutely.

"Yeah. I'd prefer to be out of here and on my way home by midnight. I have a life outside of this place." I tried to sound sarcastic, but Scott tells me not to because it sounds more threatening than sarcastic. I unfolded myself from the chair, letting him sit. I picked up the tablet, passing it to him.

"Use this to make sure the animatronics don't get to you. Don't ask why, because that'll be explained on the tapes Scott left. Click the buttons on either side of you to check your blind spots and shut the doors. The power is limited, but Monday nights are easy." I glanced at my watch again. "I've gotta go. My boyfriend is waiting up for me." In this day and age, I usually have to hide it, but I had a feeling about this new guy.

"That's cool. Go home. Don't make him anxious." I laughed, making my way out the door.

"Too late for that!"

∞-X-∞

I pulled into the driveway, glancing at the front window. I saw the light from the TV on the curtains and smiled, parking the car. I got out, walking into the house. I closed the door quietly, walking up behind the couch, where Scott was asleep. I smiled down at him, leaning over the back of the couch.

"Babe," I called softly, poking his cheek. He shifted a little, still sleeping. "Scott," I said, gently shaking his shoulder. "Wakey, wakey." He rolled a bit, rubbing his eyes.

"Dyl?" I nodded.

"Hey sleepyhead." I kissed his forehead, pulling him close. He smiled sleepily, burying his nose in my shoulder.

"You smell good," he muttered.

"Thanks. I try." He giggled, green eyes half-lidded, laden with sleep. I walked around the couch, picking him up gently.

"C'mon. Let's get you to bed," I stated. I grumbled, head rolling to rest on my shoulder.

"'M not tired," he whined. I chuckled.

"Try that line again. Without yawning." He pouted, whining softly. I set him on the bed, bringing the blankets up to his chin as he curled up on his side. I stripped off my work clothes, slipping on a pair of pajama pants and sliding into bed. Scott promptly nuzzled into my side, sighing happily as he fell back asleep. I wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. I listened to his breaths, chewing on my lip softly. I have to tell him. I didn't want to, that's for damn sure. Who knows what he'd do? I certainly didn't. Hopefully the thirteen years we've had together has some effect on what he thinks. I'd thought about Scott before I first committed to this, yes, but now that's it's started, I'm starting to regret it. But it's a project and I can't stop in the middle of it. I'm a damn fool, I thought to myself as I turned my head to watch Scott.

His ginger hair hung over his face like a curtain, eyes shut peacefully. His lips were parted slightly, his breaths flowing between them. The old tank top he wore dipped low on the sides, exposing his scars. The bandages wrapped around his arm wound from his wrist up over his shoulder, where they were tucked into themselves to keep from unraveling. I rolled into my side, my free hand coming up to rest on his side. I pressed my lips to his forehead, holding them there as I mulled over my thoughts.

I'd have to tell him, I knew that. I didn't want to know how he'd react, though. I glanced over his sleeping features again. I didn't want to lose him, either. He'd been mine for thirteen years, and I didn't want to lose the time we'd spent together.

As I watched him, my eyelids started to feel laden with sleep. I closed them, falling asleep with my arms wrapped around Scott.