"Just a nightmare," Leon panted continuously after you asked what was happened. His hands gripped the bed sheets, eyes wide and nervously darting around the floor. He has known you enough to love you but not enough to tell you about his nightmares, the deaths and tears he has walked through ever since Raccon.

However, this wasn't the first night he woke you up like this. It's been a row of mysterious weeks in which he brushes off the bad dreams like he's a normal person, like he's fine.