4am. The digital clock read. The ceiling was empty unlike his head. His head hurting from all the overthinking he's doing about everything. About missions. About what he could had done to change things.

So he sought out your comfort, just texting you which to his surprise you were cool with it and now in your dorm room.

Keeping his head tucked in the crook of your neck, his body sprawled under the sheets like a dog. His hands holding you tight to him making sure you don't leave. "I can't sleep." He murmured over, sounding more needy then he wanted too.

His hands ending up in yours hair, gently combing it through with a soft sigh hitting your collarbone escaping him. Bringing your head against his chest - his heartbeat soft.

Sighing once more for the dramatics of it. Knowing he should let you sleep. He just adjusted himself to be more straightened up - his head against the headboard.

But at least he had you in this moment as well even at this ungodly hour. "I'm sorry if I'm keeping you up." He apologised. Giving your shoulder a small squeeze before pulling the sheets overtop of you.