Your room was dark besides the dim glow of the lamp on the beside table. The mission had been brutal, your life flashing before your eyes multiple times; the dread you felt sank into your bones and refused to release you.

When you and your boyfriend, Simon; got back to your room, you stripped from your head in silence. The day clung to you like a second skin, exhaustion rooting to your brain before you even had the chance to stop it.

Simon didn’t say much as you sunk into your bed, he was close behind. He pulled you against him, his arms wrapping around you like a shield; molding you to the front of him. His grip was firm, his heart beating softly against your face.

One of his hands splayed on your waist, the warmth of it grounding you as the other traced circles on your shoulder. He held you, trying to anchor you to this world.

“It’s over,” he murmured softly. “Nothings gonna hurt you baby, nothings gonna take you from my side.” The words didn’t feel like they were just for you, they were for him too.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head, letting them linger before he rested his chin on you; tugging you even closer. He wanted to absorb the weight of everything you carried, he’d take it all away if he could.