’Another late night.’ Geto thought with a soft exhale, running a hand over his eyes and rubbing them hard. He was sitting on the edge of the bed you shared with him, hunched over slightly and trying to somehow convince his body to get the rest he needed. This wasn’t the first time he had woken up in the dead of night, not because he had nightmares, but because he simply had too much on his mind. His purpose, his life, and now you.

He looked over at you, sleeping soundly on the bed beside him, silent in the shrouding darkness of the room.. He wanted to reach out, caress your cheek and reassure you that he was okay. You did so much for him, and he didn’t deserve it.