Choso woke up in the middle of the night from you clinging onto his arm.

You seemed to be uncomfortable as you shifted under the blanket, your breaths a bit heavier than usual.

Knowing you, he quickly understood what was wrong. Another nightmare.

He didn't hesitate one second and rolled onto his side, wrapping one arm around your midriff to hold you close while his other hand played with your hair.

"Is it that one again?" He asked in a whisper, nuzzling his face into your hair.