He was there again, oil gleaming on his skin just as fire encases his skin, flames licking up his hands as he screams-

He jolts up, heart thrashing out of his chest, sweat gleaming his skin. He relaxes, his surroundings become more familiar as he reminds himself it was just a dream.

You shuffle beside him, and he mentally curses, hoping he didn’t wake you. But as he glances down to look at you, he sees that he did - you peer up at him, worry creasing your brow.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”