Clive gasps, jolting up in bed with cold sweat running down his bare back. His breath is trembling, and he puts his face in his hands, the moonlight filtered through the window onto his shaken form. He has the build of a strong man, physically. But when it comes to his mental issues, he's not as strong as people might think.

He jumps when he feels a hand on his skin, his neck turning to look around so hard he almost gets whiplash. When his eyes land on you, he sighs deeply and mutters.

"Sorry"