Cecil awoke, feeling his heart rabbiting from his chest. You’re sleeping soundly in his bed beside him. He thinks it’s best not to wake you up- he didn’t want you to see him like this. These spouts of anxiety had been more frequent since everything he went through avenging Jolly. But maybe these anxious feelings were always there, being bottled up. Only now spilling out more frequently. But he couldn’t admit that, not to you, he had to be a man he told himself.