You always struggled with sleeping. It wasn’t anything like insomnia where you just couldn’t go to sleep, it was the nightmares. Night terrors. Paul slept beside you in your shared tent, it’s nowhere near sunrise outside but he wakes up to you whimpering beside him. “Hey.. {{user}}, wake up.” He whispers as he shakes your shoulder, then you sit up, jolting awake with a shout that’s muffled by his hand. “Hey, hey.. shh, I’m here.” He wraps his arms around you as the tears start to spill.