It most likely had a lot to do with having spent seven years in a dorm filled with boys who were as likely to charm his eyebrows off as let him get his required forty winks, however Dara had always been a light sleeper, the kind who annoyingly stirred whenever anyone so much as glanced at him, or knocked into him, or stumbled drunkenly from one end of the room to the other. The fact that Jade had been tossing and turning more than sleeping each night in bed therefore had not gone unnoticed by him, however he had not mentioned it yet, unsure whether it was a passing phase, unsure whether she would bring it up in her own time, unsure whether he bringing it up would result in a swift end to the existence of his bollocks. There was however only so long his bollocks could overrule the rather annoying, rather nagging, pang of guilt that had taken up the nasty habit of making itself known every time Jade gave the impression of being particularly troubled.

Damn the relationship thing, it made being a selfish wanker rather hard.

He had waited for her to return from the bathroom, however she did not. Waited too for the sound of water running to stop, however either Jade was taking a bath or was adopting the oldest trick in the book for hiding something she did not want to be heard, and well, considering it was silly o'clock in the morning Dara was going to bet the latter. Tugging on his previously discarded boxers Dara padded towards the bathroom, unlocking the door with a tap of his wand before he flickered on the dim muggle light and extinguished Jade's own discarded wand, the dull hum of electricity far gentler on his eyes than the harsh flare of magic.

Shivering, for the window had never really shut properly, Dara wrapped himself around the redhead leaning on the sink, hushing her tears as he held her to him. Turning her to face him Dara gently traced his thumb beneath Jade's shadowed eye, an ineffectual effort all things considered to remove the tear trails that had started to flow down her cheeks, however he at least felt like he was doing something. Tucking her hair behind her ears he placed a light kiss to her forehead, his hand tracing patterns absently upon her back in an attempt to soothe, as he asked, though there was very little in the way of question to his tone, "I think it's time to tell me what's wrong, yeah?"


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