(oh- should sam have a nightmare-? or would that be to early ._. twas just a random thought)
Max: -what's so funny?- (still purring loudly)
(Ye do itttt-)
Elm: Nothing-you're just really cute...
(kay -v-)
Max: -always have been -
Sam: -he shifts in his sleep, making max fall off- mnn . .
Max: -ow--
Elm: Oh shoot-you ok Max?
Max: -im fine- -
Sam: -he shifts again. he's trembling now.- d-don't . . please. . .
Elm: I-what...what's wrong with him...?
Max: -? oh- nightmare. -
Sam: st-stop- please- . . i cant . . p-please . .
Elm: Does this...happen a lot..?
(sorry i had to take my dogs restroom)
Max: -not all the time but . . often.-
Sam: -he crying now- . . please . .
Elm bites his lip
Elm: Oh...
He walks over and starts rubbing Sam's back, comforting him-he's VERY good at comforting people
Elm: shh...shh...it's ok...you're ok...
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