Once the nightmare becomes too much, Leon’s body jerks up in the bed, his chest rising and falling as he sucks in short breaths. With the moonlight streaking through the blinds of your shared bedroom, his shaky intakes of air fill the room. He runs his hands through his hair and a thin layer of sweat coats his bare chest.

He prays he didn’t wake you up with another one of his terrors but he hears you shift. It’s been 2 months since he’s been back from Spain and they’ve only worsened.