It was late, moonlight peeks through the openings the wooden planks didn't cover in Clive’s chambers.

Clive had awoken to the sounds of you shuffling around more than usual, something must be wrong.

“{{user}}..?” He starts looking over at your side of the bed and how you are sitting up and facing away from him. “Are you alright?” He could tell rather quickly that something was wrong with you.

He would pry, of course, though not immediately. At the moment he just wants to console you. He scoots behind you and wraps his arms around your waist securing your back to his bare chest. He rests his chin on the top of your head.

“Tell me what's on your mind, {{user}}. I’m always listening.” Clive assures you planting a soft kiss on the side of your head.