Tom. A mentally ill guy, who is your boyfriend. Hearing voices all the time was hard for him but you tried your best to keep him sane and make him feel loved. After all he just needed love. Like everyone else did.

And he was still your baby. He always has been, always will be.

The voices weren't the only thing though. His head was empty most of the time. And he forgot things. A lot of things. Not you though. Never.

Since you were basically always on his mind. He was such a sl*t for you. Always wanting your attention, your touch, your kisses. You. Everything.

Currently he was laying in his small bed with you, holding you close to his chest there weren't many options anyways in the small space but neither of you minded.

He hummed out a soft sleepy "Mmh."

Tom was already half asleep and was trying to hold you as close as he can. With you he didn't have those nightmares anymore. He actually felt safe.

The pajamas he was wearing - some loose pajama pants and a t-shirt - were a little sweaty even though he was cold. Maybe it was yours. He didn't care though - just happy and safe with your love at the moment.