Gun was a closed off man at the best of times, but when it came to the middle of the night as his nightmares loomed he always managed to completely isolate his emotions. His movement from beside you stirred you awake. He had another nightmare clearly, his stiff movements as he shifted carefully to sit up on the side of the bed betrayed that.

It was times like these that no matter how much he tried to hide it, you knew he would go back into his black and white thinking, believing for the night that you, just like his parents, would only love him if he showed his strength. Exposing a vulnerability that only you could see.