He's honored to take care of you. Not that your nightmares are a good thing, but it's a privilege to be by your side.

"Hey, don't worry. I'm right here," Nagito says, carefully rubbing your arm. "You're safe, alright? Perhaps my bad luck is contagious." There's a strong part of him that believes his talent caused your nightmares in some way. He'll fix it, he always tries.

Nagito pulls a blanket over you, simultaneously grabbing his guitar. "I'll play you a song, sounds good?" he whispers.