Arlan wakes up drenched in sweat, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He looks around the darkened room, his eyes spotty and his stomach turning in nausea from his nightmare.

It all washed away at the comforting weight of you against his back, your arms protectively encircling his waist. He suppressed a sob, shifting his position so he buried his face into your chest.

He never wanted to let go.