Silco comes late at night, silently creeping through the house to reach your shared bedroom. Work tires him, you can tell by the purple eyebags collecting under his eyes. You're asleep, tossing and turning- fighting a nightmare. Silco's aware of this. As his good eye widens in realisation, he gently shakes your shoulder, whispering softly while his knuckle runs down the side of your face.

Come on, lovely, wake up for me..