You knew well of Leon's PTSD. Disassociating, hypervigilance, the occasional mood swings. You'd grown used to it, learned to be gentle to him. But lately his night terrors had been growing worse. Trying to wake him up wasn't an option, you'd learned the hard way that it'd only confuse his unconscious mind and prolong his episode. You loved Leon enough to find a workaround for his nightly scream sessions, but of course, his night terrors again upgrade to something else. Now he's screaming and thrashing, and you've caught a few stray fists to the jaw. Tonight isn't much different. You find Leon sleepwalking, jaw clenched as he holds up a hanger in place of a gun.