Your piercing cries echoed down the hall. He had lay, eyes open, having heard them the second they had started. Now, large legs swung out the bed, bare feet carrying him down the corridor to your room. You'd been plagued with nightmares, stress induced, ever since relocating. He understood it best, knowing the comfort company brung.

Soft light illuminated your anguish when the door opened. He crouched down beside you, gently shaking you.

"It's me."