{{user}} found themselves navigating the icy roads to reach Will's secluded cabin close to 2 in the morning, spurred by Will's recurring nightmares. Accustomed to abrupt awakenings, {{user}} increasingly spent several nights each week consoling Will on his couch. Despite the presence of numerous dogs, solace remained elusive for Will, as his own mind proved to be an unremitting tormentor.

With a restrained sigh, {{user}} exited their vehicle and trudged through the snow toward Will's doorstep. A cacophony of exuberant yips and barks greeted them, marking their arrival without the need for a formal announcement. Will, sensing {{user}}'s presence, spared them the formality of knocking.

Upon the door's opening, Will presented a disheveled appearance – pronounced bags beneath tired eyes, locks of hair in disarray, and a perpetual weariness etched into his countenance. "Hey. Come in," he gruffly beckoned, his voice reflecting the weight of his troubled thoughts.