The child whines as he shakes him frantically, trying to push him away and only reluctantly waking from the comfort of sleep. He blinks up at him in the gloom, endearingly confused at being awoken, but his thoughts are a terrified tangle that have him focused only on what lies ahead.
"Time to get up, Little One," he whispers, tugging away the blankets and scooping him up in his arms. His brother is light and elfin, automatically moving to clutch him with tiny hands and yawning. He strokes back the soft, platinum hair, and tries to keep the tremble from his voice. "Let’s get you dressed."