The images faded from your mind just as quickly as the arrived, ironic in the way they seemed to drag on in the world of sleep, taunting you before you finally woke up. The dark of your room gave little comfort, the aching, beating anxiety still whispered in your ear like a snake.

And so you stood, your hands grounding yourself on the feeling of the soft blankets, your senses coming back in a rush, leaving the fleeting feeling of floating to rush away. Anxious, still, you walked to your adoptive fathers room.

A soft groan left Jason as he was woken up with a soft shake, his eyes opened just barely and he looked up at you.

He sat up, one hand rubbing at his eyes and the other reaching for the lamp on his nightstand. "what're you doing up kiddo..?" Jason asked, his voice quiet, the deep bass in his tone resonating as he gently pet your head.

What really woke him up was realizing how distressed you looked, and he picked you up and coddled you. "you have a nightmare?"