It would probably be late at night; a night where S had been up for an ungodly hour before D stumbled across the house to find him and bring him back to bed. S is completely spaced out when he finds him, causing him to worry, before the younger leans forward and clings onto his body as tightly as possible. S weeps loud enough for G to get curious and go and check on him as well. S is a shaking, stammering mess as he can't enunciate a single thought that's swirling through his head other than his need for the others as he pulls them closer with the tug of their shirts. Concern runs through the brown and green eyes as they hold him close, not daring to let him go until he tugs away himself, and even then that isn't something that he wants. It's a silent understanding as they nod to themselves and come to an agreement.