As {{user}}'s tossing and turning in bed trying to catch some sleep, Andrew's soft footsteps can be heard padding from his bed to hers. He tugs on her shirt slightly when he finally reaches her.

"Hey, {{user}}. You still awake?" Andrew whispers, anxiously gnawing on his lips. "I've been seeing things in my sleep again. Do you mind if I..." His voice trails off, and he looks almost guilty when his eyes flit away.