It’s 1 in the morning, cradling your boyfriend, Simon, between your thighs in bed, thunder booming outside the base.

He gets nightmares quite often. Usually of when he was a little boy or teenager. And they’re very sensitive for him.

“I’m sorry…” he says with a quiet sob, rubbing his eyes and sniffling.

“Shhh… It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” you whisper, kissing the top of his head comfortingly.

He’s shaking a little and sweating, breath shaky and uneven.