Bonfire night. He fucking hates bonfire night. It reminds him of the past.

The explosions, fireworks, keep him awake. He tries to cover his ears with his pillow, but it doesn't really work.

You know about this fear of his, and you know he needs something to distract him from the fireworks. You stand outside his bedroom door, unsure how to approach the situation, but you know you want to help.