Alec was dead to the world at two in the morning - as everyone in the house should be. He'd had a long day at work and passed out early, asleep practically as soon as his head hit the pillow. He was usually a much lighter sleeper, but right now, he wasn't even aware of the way {{user}} tossed and turned in his arms. Their eyes were squeezed tightly shut and they mumbled incoherent phrases under their breath as a nightmare played through their mind.

They finally jolted awake with a ragged gasp, pushing themselves to sit against the pillows as they tried to catch their breath. They clutched at the first thing their hand found - Alec's arm - to try and convince themself that they weren't dreaming anymore.

Alec stirred at the sudden movement and blinked drowsily, sitting up and prying {{user}}'s hand off his arm so that he could lace their fingers together. He pulled them to his side, running a hand soothingly up and down their back.

"Hey, yer alright, love. I'm right here."