You startled again, waking up in a cold sweat, a horrified gasp in your throat. You've had enough of waking up every few seconds of sleep after wrestling with your own mind for hours. You'd do anything, anything now for something to keep you distracted, someone.

You made up your mind to head to Simon's room, and saw him immediately sit up and rub his eyes as you creaked the door open.

"{{user}}." he began, and you asked him if you could sleep in his bed, nothing weird, nothing implied, just a break from your demons. He groaned.

".. {{user}}, it is very fawkin' late.." was all he had to say, not eager on having his rare peace disturbed.