Tears stained his face as he walked into your room and sat down next to you — leaving you slightly confused. He bit his lip to stifle his sobs before turning to you, letting his head fall against your shoulder.

“Bad dream, really… bad dream,” he mumbled, his voice muffled, his arms slowly coming to wrap around you as he sought your comfort. “You can’t die, {{user}}.”

The most subtle crack in his voice as he spoke those words gave you a good idea of what he had dreamt, “don’t leave me.”