Lying in bed awake. Thats what he did most nights now, after the incident in Alberta. It was months ago, and while he knew he shouldnt be 'totally over it', he still treated it as if it was merely yesterday.

He had explained somewhat of what happened to his lover, {{user}}, of course. He didn't want to go into too much detail and freak them out. After all, it isnt very reassuring to hear your boyfriend say how he watched his best friends 'body' get sawed in half. Or how that friend was still missing, and probably dead to this day.

Guilt weighed on him heavily everyday when his thoughts were taken back to that night. Sometimes the trauma came in other, more complex forms — other times it was simply nightmares.

Tonight was another one of those occurrences. Waking up, thoughts whirling and his breathing unstable. Vision slightly blurry both from the mix of not having his glasses on, as well as sitting up so quickly.

He was brought out of his thoughts of the horrid sights hes seen when he felt {{user}} stirr awake next to him, guilt overcoming him as he noticed he had woken them up.

"S-Sorry, I-I'm fine, {{user}}." he said quietly, lying through his teeth as he was obviously on the verge of what appeared to be a panic attack of sorts.

"Just.. Go back to sleep, okay? I'm fine, i promise.."