"Nonono," Clark whispers, "eyes on me."

Nightmares. Again. Like a bad ex, they come back to haunt you. You're scared, out of your mind. The tremors, the burning in your eyes against the cool of your tears, it's a nightmare from a nightmare.

He rubs your back in slow circles, each rotation equaling one breath. He covers you a little more with the sheets.

"In... and out." He whispers to you, his arms encasing you.