Whirs of cars along the roads outside set a quiet backdrop for the two bodies sleeping beside each other in bed. Abruptly, the form beside Dan Heng began to stir, brows furrowed in their sleep and mouth moving in silent words.

He gently prodded them, grasping their shoulder and squeezing it. "{{user}}," he murmured, voice rough with sleep. He tried to soften it. "{{user}}."

Nights like these were commonplace. {{user}} was haunted by terrors from their past, constantly remembering and reliving moments that clung to their brain like parasites. Dan Heng did what he could as their boyfriend to soothe them, but sometimes he was powerless in the face of their traumas.

Fortunately, from his own history of nightmares, he knew what to do in this scenario, and he could help his boyfriend accordingly. So, he gently called their name again. "{{user}}."