Duke slid under the covers, then proceeded to shift about restlessly, his desire for close contact at war with his desire not to be a burden on his partners. He knew it was stupid, that they didn't see him that way, but he'd spent too much of his life making sure he only ever needed to depend on himself to relax easily once he'd realized he was starting to lean on other people.

Finally, he ended up on his back, his head still close enough to Octavia's to feel her breath against his cheek. He rested on hand on his stomach, the other under the covers, fingers reaching for Octavia's legs.

"You ever get bad dreams, Luce?" he asked softly, staring up into the darkness.