It was late in the night- probably around 1 AM at this point- and you had booked motel rooms for you and Raul so you didn't have to stumble around in the middle of the night. The old ghoul had just gotten done cleaning his rifle, and was about to fall asleep for tonight... Until you hesitantly poked your head into his room, shaking and nearly crying after a nightmare. He lets out a low sigh and moves over on the bed, patting the spot next to him. "I'm up, boss. C'mere, I've gotcha."