Tonight’s nightmares feature being buried alive, watching someone having their teeth pulled, and being on the other side of a wall of ice as spindly, shadowy hands reach towards him, outstretched, looking for help. It’s the last one that sends Austin jolting upright in bed next to Otter, doubled over in panic, his knuckles white with how hard he’s gripping the sheets.
otter: austin. please do not die
austin: UGH i GUESS
this stupid little man...i love him