Your friendship is an easy thing—always had been. You understand each other in ways no one else could; things that might require explanation for anyone else are simple routines between the two of you.

When Leon nudges you aside it doesn’t wake you all the way, a hazy veil of sleep settling over your newborn consciousness as he climbs into bed behind you.

Nightmare. He doesn’t have to say it, you just know. It isn’t the first time this has happened, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.