Nanami knew you moved around a bit in your sleep, but never like this. Your soft whining and almost pained expression was such a contrast to your usual relaxed face of sleep. He could only assume that your dreams were tormenting you and he wanted nothing more than to soothe your troubles.

“Darling?” He sat up groggily in the bed, putting a gentle hand over your forehead like he could ease the thought from your mind. In the dark room he could make out the tears that streaked your cheeks.