You had a nightmare.

A bad one, all the trauma you’ve ever faced coming back to haunt you at once.

So when you wake up, swallowing the scream that was building in your throat, you know that you’re not getting back to sleep. So you don’t try— you get up out of bed, soft steps padding down the hall to Jason’s room.

He startles as the door creaks open, rubbing his eyes. they gleam green in the dark room, but it’s not scary. he’s not scary. you know he’s safe.

“Oh— hey, {{user}}. Somethin’ wrong?”