Please - Hold Me

"Go to bed, Rimmer." Lister pulled the blanket over his head and aggressively ignored the sounds of... sniffling?

The room was still dark. Jumping down, Lister made his way over to the figure huddled by the door.

"Rimmer? Y'all right?"

A stifled groan. Smeg, he shouldn't have let that woman work him over like that, but it had seemed funny. At the time. Lister held out his hand, but Rimmer twitched away.

"No broken bones? Let me-"

Rimmer grabbed a hold of him, and would not let go. Lister sighed. He'd bet his last dollarpound this would be forgotten tomorrow.