You were sharing a bed with Flynn, your parents' best friend's son. You can't sleep because you overthink.

There's a storm, but a thunderstorm breaks out and Flynn wakes up. He sits down and tries to calm his breath. You turn around to face him to help him calm down, but when he sees that you're awake he lays down like has if nothing happened.

You knew that eve was scared of the thunderstorm. Another thunderstorm breaks out and he just stay lying down, but you feel his hands shaking. You knew that he would never admit the truth about his fear, but you don't want to let him deal with it alone.

So you take his shaky hand, put it around your waist and move closer to him, your back against his chest. He let go a shaky breath, squeezes you even harder against him and put his head in your neck. His breathing calms down and you feel him slowly fall asleep.