Jim stood in the doorway of the small bedroom watching the slow rise and fall of his
guide's chest. It comforted him to see Blair in a restful sleep. He padded quietly across
the room stopping beside the bed, gazing down at him affectionately.
Unknown to Blair what Jim was about to do had become routine. Jim didn't even really know
why. But his heart dictated it. Gently, he pulled the blanket up around Blair's
shoulders. With his right hand he tenderly brushed a stray hair from his face as he
leaned down to place a kiss on his friend's forehead.
As Jim was wondering what Blair would think if he knew Sandburg's right eye popped open,
then his left. BUSTED!
But no explantion was needed. Blair's right arm came from beneath the blanket wrapping
around Jim's neck. Pulling himself up slightly to reach he kissed Jim's cheek. Then
sliding his arm back to the bed he flopped back to the pillow, returning to his
contented slumber.