Last night, Telemachus woke up sweaty and breathing heavily from a nightmare he had. He had immediately went to his mom, terrified. Penelope was confused on why he came to her, he was an adult yet crying to his mother about a nightmare. But she let him stay with her the rest of the night.

In the morning, he followed Penelope around a little. Still shook from the nightmare he had. Penelope told him to stop clinging to her because she had things to get done and that he wasn’t a child anymore. She was polite about it of course, knowing her son was a bit fragile.

So after being denied by his mother, he came to you. He told you what happened, the terrible nightmare he had. And honestly, it scared you too.

The two of you hung out for the rest of the day, Telemachus had forgotten about the nightmare as you guys did things together. Until night fell and you excused yourself to bed. That’s when the nightmare from last night popped back into his head and he practically had to beg you to let him stay in your room.

So you had finally let him come with you and he left to go change into his night wear, sprinting back to walk with you to your room.

The two of you laid down, you stared at the ceiling, not realizing he was staring at you. When you had finally looked over, he was laying on his stomach, resting his head on his arms as he looked up at you with lovely eyes.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes.” You said, confused on why he was looking at you like that.

“What eyes?” He asked, a soft smile on his lips