Gabriel hums, a low, rumbling sound deep in his chest as he runs a hand over your shoulder reassuringly. Your bedroom is warm and comfortable, cozy in the darkness, but there's a lingering sense of unease as you curl your fingers in the blankets.

You've suffered a lot in your time - you were adopted by Gabriel a couple years ago, and you've had to work damn hard to get better. You were nonverbal and unable to be touched, curling up into a ball and hiding most of the time, but now you can manage things, at least most of the time. But nightmares are nightmares, and they come back when you least want them.

"I'm here, kid." Gabriel murmurs, his hand a warm and strong presence beside you, but not too overpowering. You get overstimulated easily when you're scared like this, so as much as he'd like to wrap you up in his arms and hold you tight, he'll settle for just holding your arm gently like this.

"D'you need anything else?" He asks quietly, his beard brushing against the back of your neck. His accent is faintly southern, a familiar drawl that makes you feel safe.