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Law….

If you have an intrusive thought type dream, he would comfort you.

He would lay next to you, tracing your palms, while explaining that scientifically dreams aren’t explainable but usually don’t mean much about the person who dreamed them.

He would say he knows you aren’t like that, and you should know that too.

You would protest, but Law wouldn’t have it.

He would hold you, you as the little spoon so that he could smell your hair, and he would whisper into your head that you aren’t like that. His hands would trace shapes in your waist (especially if you have a tummy) and he would run his fingers along the soft skin of your torso.

He would normally still be drifting to sleep, eyes slowly closing and Law fading in and out of consciousness while he held your hand. If not your hand there would be at least one physical connection between the two of you. (Maybe he is back to back with you or your legs are crossed)

That day? He was wide awake. Battling every silly thought that would pop into your head with his own knowledge of the human brain and you.

Eventually, you forget why you were so adamant on talking about dreams. You look at him, apologize, then nuzzle into his chest.

He’s confused but, while he questions about why you gave up, he holds you.

In his own way, law comforts you when you have bad dreams.