Stress. Every minute. Every second, Every day. No sleep. No comfort. No break.

Moments like these were rare. Moments when Jekyll could simply sit with {{user}} without rushing off for some reason or another. Finally, for once, he could simply.. exist. Sleep. Do something nice, maybe.

The room was entirely silent except for their soft breathing and the occasional rustle of the blanket. Their finger absentmindedly traced a soft line down his arm, and for once he felt at peaace.