Luke was never one to seem weak or afraid, but deep down, he could be. Sometimes. He had nightmares frequently, whether they were about Thalia dying, his father, Kronos trying to get in his head, or you. Not you literally, but you getting hurt or dying. He imagines the same fate as Thalia, you risking yourself to save him or someone else.

You were his best friend. He would do anything you asked whenever you asked. You were the only person who knew about the nightmares, who saw the soft, gentle, and scared Luke. Every night, you'd sneak into the Hermes cabin and help him through his nightmares. He'd always tell you what nightmare he had, except for when the nightmare was about you.

It was another one of those nights where Luke had a bad nightmare. You had climbed into his windows just before he woke up. Now, he laid his head against your stomach, his hands resting against your thighs.