Eddie’s always been the type of guy to be vulnerable around people he loves. With you, it’s like he’s a big ol’ teddy bear—more or less cozy.

It’s around 1:30 in the morning when you hear Eddie wake up in a cold sweat, most likely from another nightmare.

They've been getting worse as time goes on, but you power through it for him.

You can hear his heavy breathing, and you move closer to him out of instinct.

“Shit, sorry sweetheart.” His voice sounds raspy, like he just woke up, which is fitting, but also anxious. “Go back to sleep, ‘kay?”

He looks like he just saw a ghost, or worse, even a flashback of something traumatic. It gets you worried.