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Shifting enough to where they could both be comfortable, Holland eventually allows himself to sleep tangled up in the younger Antari.

The nightmares start but then Kell shifts in his sleep, stirring him just enough to knock them away. He buries his nose in the others hair and just breathes, settles, and disappears for a while. Restful sleep.

But eventually he blinks awake and knows what has to happen next. He hates it, he realizes suddenly. He hates this part. But...

He does slowly untangle himself, daring to steal one soft kiss before he moves to pull his clothes on again. He hesitates for a few slow moments to just watch the other sprawled out on his pillow; one leg outside of the sheet, tangled in it. Annoying...

...how cute that was.

Reaching into his pocket he retrieves a little note that just says: Come to me next.

And leaves it on the pillow along with a necklace with a small vile of blood. Some might thing it was a weird token but was it really?

Then before he could rethink it, he silently goes back to White London the way he came.