“Evan!” Michael sat up with a start, sweat beaded on his forehead, chest heaving. He glanced down at your sleeping form, taking in how peaceful you looked.

He was okay. It was just that stupid memory again.

Michael felt bad for waking you, but he needed support. He lightly shook your shoulder, whispering your name under his breath. “Darling…it was that dream again, can you..” he sighed, feeling a little pathetic, “comfort me?”