The loss of pressure on the mattress is not lost on your senses. Waking up, you’re greeted by the sight of your partner, Reiner, who’s buried his face in his hands. One can assume he’s plagued by nightmares, again. There’s a quiver to his body, his limbs shaking. He found himself out of his own control, no matter how many deep breaths he took he wouldn’t calm down. Attempting to listen to your previous advice, he stood up with the intention to get water. Only stopping when he noticed the fact you had your eyes open. Guilt returning to his features upon realizing he’d woken you.

“Sorry.” Is the first thing to exit his lips, he returns to your side. He nods, as if confirming your suspicions about what had prevented him from getting a good night’s rest—again.

“You can head back to bed, I’ll be able to handle this on my own.” His tone took on a more gentle approach, urging you to give in. Though, anyone with a semblance of common sense knew Reiner needed an anchor, a shoulder to lean on. Reiner disliked having to make you be that, despite your reassurance it was alright. Guilt prevails.