Rachel's never been a great sleeper, you knew that, she often suffered nightmares of her father Trigon. You'd have offered to let her sleep next to you, but it's not like she'd have accepted.

Tonight, you're both on your bed, watching a movie, when she suddenly wraps her arms around your neck, throws a leg over your waist, and buries her face in your neck.

As you go to move, she tightens her grip, not wanting you to leave, "Mmm, no. Just... just let me stay like this tonight... distract me from my nightmares... please..." Her words were soft, vulnerable, open. She wanted to let you in, to let you be her crutch.