Matt was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. He knew it wasnt his bed, because it didnt feel like his bed. It was softer, plusher, and all-around more comfortable, and therefore he could not sleep. He was used to his rock-hard mattress that hed had forever. He wouldnt leave, though.
Hed thought many times of just slipping out of Brians room after letting the other fall asleep to his lulling voice, leaving a pillow in his wake, but for as strong as the guitarist made himself seem, he needed Matt more than anything. As fierce as he seemed, the man was delicate in ways that no one but the vocalist understood.
Brian had a bad case of insomnia that was worse than his own, and the only thing that put him to sleep was Matts singing, the soft kind where it was personal, one-on-one, where Brian knew Matt was singing to him, and only to him.
By this time, hed finished his song, it had been lingering on the air around them and had disappeared hour