Simon had never been able to sleep well, that was nothing new. What was new was this urge to go to your room and ask to spend the night with you.

He was a soldier, a soldier much too proud to ask for that kind of help. That’s what he kept telling himself, until finally after a horrible nightmare, he broke. Damn his pride- he could mend it in the morning.

He found himself in front of your door, hesitating before knocking twice and calling out in a hushed tone. “{{user}}, are you awake?”