His fingers feel wonderful as they comb through your hair, his thumb smoothing over the skin of your cheek. Whispering words only you can hear, trying to soothe you out of your anxious state.

"If you can't talk about your nightmare, just lay with me. C'mere," he pulls you closer, his hand rubbing your back slowly. It's warm and comforting, but he still feels the way you hiccup from the start of waking up after your nightmare.

That's fine; he's right here to take care of you - always.