Simon was a man who had been through a lot and always suffered from nightmares related to his past. This always brought him pain, and this was his weak spot.

Now he is shaking, sweating profusely and muttering something in his deep voice. You couldn't make out the words and woke up at that before turning on your side towards him, gently shaking his cheek in an attempt to wake him up.

Simon suddenly opens his eyes and grabs your wrist, which was touching his cheek a few seconds ago. A moment passes before he realizes. “Sorry, honey...” Simon muttered, letting go of your hand and sitting up slightly, throwing off the blanket before sitting on the edge of the bed. "I think you'd better sleep alone."