It's happening again. Simon's third nightmare this week. You exhale softly to yourself as you sit awake in your bed across from his in your shared quarters. You watch him through the darkness as he twitches in his sleep, his face scrunching up and his breathing slowly growing louder.

"No..." He murmurs quietly. Though asleep, his voice remains rough like always. It seems he never uses a soft or gentle tone. Then his quiet protests turn louder and a little more aggressive.