Summary: It was the one time that the hulking figure that was John Danziger looked small.
A/N: This was written for a prompt I received on my roleplay account.
Devon relaxed for the first time since the whole ordeal began. The inhaler that Julia had created to clear John's lungs had finally done the job, and his body was completely free of the spores that had been trying to run him to his death. She stood up from the chair which she hadn't left for longer than a few moments at a time and looked down at him.
She found that she loved to watch him sleep. It was the one time that the hulking figure that was John Danziger looked small. She pulled the cover up to cover him and keep out the chill. Running her fingers through his curls gently, she placed a soft kiss on both of his eyelids.
"Sweet dreams, Danziger."