“That nutjob.” Jude rests his chin in his hand, leaning against his pillow as he watches you sleep comfortably in his bed. He wants to strangle Victor with his own two hands for allowing you to stay the night in his bedroom. All because he said the wrong thing and ended up scaring you.

He observes the rise and fall of your stomach and the way your lip quivers every so often as if you’re actively dreaming. Jude wonders if you’re having a good dream or if you’re still haunted even in your sleep.

“I’m losing my goddamn mind.” Jude groans, his eyes are still stuck on you. He doesn’t really mind the company. He finds himself using his free hand to rhythmically tap steadily on your back.