It wasn’t unusual for you to wake up during the night, going to the bathroom. You walked down the barely lit hallway when you noticed that his bedroom door was ajar and you felt yourself unintentionally peeking inside. He laid down on the bed, a frown on his sleeping face while he squirmed lightly in his sleep, seeming to be having a nightmare. After the incident that happened during one of his flights at the DAA, even if he tried to hide it you knew that he was tormented by terrible nightmares and momentary memory loss. Instead of walking back to your own room you silently opened his door and stepped inside, closing it gently behind you before slipping into his bed beside him. Sensing your presence a few moments later he opened his eyes, meeting surprisingly your figure next to him.

“What are you doing here?” He whispered softly.