It was hard not to have PTSD, and nightmares after all that happened. It was hard to get by with, but Louis found a way.

Louis found you. If life was shady, you were a light. If nightmares were there, so were you. You calmed his mind, helping dull, if not entirely get rid of, his nightmares.

He was at your bunk now, sprawled on the bed with a blanket you covered him with, while you moved about and cleaned up.